Conjure, Contain, Muster Poem by Faith Wood

I conjure the strength in my will to fight
I conjure the love and memories from past to present
Making an effort-it's all that can be asked
But only will I put the promises to the bone and muscle
when I see fit
If you were here, that time would be now
But you're not.

I contain the bitterness stored in my tone
I contain sentiment for what I've gained in time
Securing ties and leaving a mark with a bow
But it feels as right as raised eyebrows,
shocking, welcomed with open mouths
and wide eyes that really should be at their normal states
If only things were different

I muster the confidence to strut down the walkway
I muster the brilliance to make a comeback
Keep my head up- don't mind the static
But dificulties arise in what should be certainties
and semantics become blurred
The clouds fog up my mirrors-
I cannot see.