Jut your Gut

Material, spiritual and tranquil felicity
The Entirety I kept on dreaming of & working upon
Didn't vociferate for the precious
They would come, just a matter of time

Weary I was walking on paseo
Sweat ensuring the sang-froid
Pain challenging to supersede itself
Uncertainty my riding companion
Into the unknown, unraveled and the unexpected

Footslogging an unendurable exercise
The baggage making spine, invertebrate
Crunching & deforming my faith & trust
No gleam of hope, but mirages of the sun

Somatic sensations going numb
The brainy maverick stunned & stuck
Bodily temperature soaring
Frustration peaking the sear

Jut of the gut
Altered Mirage into a fresh water spring
The burning sun into cozy, cam & poise
Pebbles transforming into petals of daisy

Concreting my faith, inducing the spirit back
Concording & cohering me & my ideas
The conscious purifying the soul
Forbidding me from sins and foe's smelling foul

Learnt to differentiate pigs from the bears
Barbarian wolves in the mask of sheep
Biting in retreat when thrown a treat
The foe's acting & smelling foul

Asserting with the open eyes & ears
Sense the gush of blood, feel of the pulse
Scare complexion only to make vulnerable n hostile
Don’t lose nerve and act on impulse

Failures the slumped periods
Slimy, creepy, gloomy, shady
In contrast felicity always a golden mascot
Triumph glorifying the persona

Jut the gut
If need be, as hard as can be
To prevent from draining & drowning
Swimming to the bank, the moment of glorifying and crowning