I colluded
with the wood in my walls
to remain invisible
but sturdy today
despite the gnawing
in my skull
and the ache
in my gut
I got things done
quietly
without fanfare
holding the place together
I’m as proud
as a support beam
that I have managed
to be productive
even though
to the outside world
it may appear
that I did nothing
the wood and I both know
that what is done in secret
often makes all the difference
for tomorrow
Dark Matter 