You do the things that only you can do,
be useful, kind in unexpected ways
to sisters and to comrades. When malaise
creeps over you, accept it’s like the flu
you are allowed to spend a few days sick
a few days off your game. Recovery
is sometimes slow, never obligatory.
You learn doubt’s shape. It fits, a sudden click,
part of analysis, that’s never done
always in progress. Brick on brick gets placed.
Each momentary problem that you’ve faced
part of the process. Always try to shun
the simple lying versions leaders sell
that silence stories only you can tell