Facing Trouble, by Tom Mukasa

Facing Trouble

Troubled,

dismantled,

your feet,
so heavy,

your eyes,
 see but won't notice,

you hear,
 a word or two,
 but no more,

let the trouble boil within you,

how else,
 will you know your true self,

for trouble is a sensation,

the wind comes with a force,

blowing your robes off,

undressing you, 

leaving you clothe-less,

bend down and deal it a similar blow,

for nakedness is met with exhibition,

do not be afraid,

trouble disintegrates soon,

trouble recoils into submission,

when you turn around,
 face it squarely,

else you will be trouble's drum,

to be beaten incessantly,

even,
 when the music is over,

and the ensemble,
 has long since,

been stowed away,

and the troupe has gone to rest,

when you give in to trouble,

you lose yourself,

when you face trouble,

and decide to commit,

you never lose,

the best part of you again,

for trouble unchallenged,

nibbles bits of you,

a garble,

that eventually becomes double.