Though I may think I want comfort,
I don’t really want
to be helpless,
don’t want someone
to swoop in and make things right

A better choice is fortitude  –
to stride right into the fray,
to brave the cold, the smoke,
the mud – whatever calls forth
my need to persevere

For then that comfort
will also glow with confidence,
that comfort
will rest in tested strength.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 29, 2020