my courage—
betrayed by the gray
that matters little
and affects a lot—
is constipated,
blocked up in the bowels
of what must be
endured.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 4, 2026.
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A very sincere and deep statement, although a bit provocative and demanding) A fave, my friend!
Well said, my friend. Your poem revolves around the struggle with internal conflict and emotional turmoil. The poet expresses a sense of frustration and stagnation, as their courage feels "betrayed" and "constipated." is the matter focuses on the emotional burdens that must be endured, highlighting the interplay between internal feelings and external appearances, particularly with the mention of "gray," which may symbolize weariness or aging.
Ohhh, have some syrup of figs then! And give some to P & Co. That'll keep 'em quiet for - oh, about 23 seconds! lol. Keep quiet from what? Don't answer that, of course! lol.
Now that is an interesting way of thinking about it I guess I have been constipated for longer than I thought and might account for my sour disposition. A wonderful write my friend that makes everything quite clear
This feels like the people in power who hold you captive whilst making decisions that affect only you.
Usually irritable pen pushers with too much time on their hands.
Know that feeling Tristan, Don’t possess a spiritual laxative. Too tired at this stage in the life cycle to do much about it. My only recourse is to stir others in the hope they may find a formula which will clear the blockage in them.
Tomorrow when you wake up Tristan look in the mirror and repeat these words.
I am fabulous and talented and I don't care for the opinions of others because their opinions do not matter.
Fabulous poem, triumph passed all the bowel crap! 🌹
Beautifully, and courageously (!) put, Tristan. A friend of mine often emphasizes courage as the main ingredient in the brew. As your poem says (to me, anyways), it's already naturally present within us, just waiting to be released.
Yes the single word standing solitary - 'endured' tells all.
happens sometimes - but don't give up in despair - wait some more...miracles do happen
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