I need not plead for you
in the court of nightmares,
masking with bravado
a trembling sense
of being at the mercy of its sentences,
implacable, arbitrary, cruel.
I’ll take your case
to the light of day
where all those looming shadows
are revealed as two-dimensional —
lying flat along the ground
and bending with the walls,
insubstantial, fleeting as the hours —
For you were never subject
to the tales of failure,
never marred by the projections
of a bad light.
You have always stood empowered
in the grandeur of the genius
that ever brings you forth
intact, upright.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2013