hale

fortitude found
under a couch cushion
luck
for I thought I lost it
the bits of me gone missing
just hidden
my patience -
tucked away in the wrong cabinet
my strength -
underneath the bed
my heart -
fallen down the back of the closet
pieces of me
everywhere discovered
as I clean out
the shame, humiliation, disgrace,
the rubbish that overtakes
throw them away
incinerate them
to clear the stench of failure
I reassemble disparate bits
to make me
hale and whole
to start anew
with more of me
and less of you