Sonnet 83 – Down, Not Done

I can do this alone.  I have before
and I can and will again.  That much, at
least, is left of me.  In reaching for more,
I became ungrounded and forgot that

I have limits.  Dreams get damned and dreamers
lose sleep like anyone else.  I’m down, not
done, though.  Heartbreak, loneliness, anger, tears?
Bring them on.  They can stoke the rage for what

comes next.  It’s time for battle, one epic
gained for an earlier epic lost.  Now
is the time for a cold head, the classic
striving of passion versus sense.  I know

this much:  if hope no longer has a hold
on me, I lose nothing by being bold.