Thick Skulls

Woodpeckers thump against the tree

boring holes to find their food.

Their incessant tap, tap, tapping

echoes across the whole expanse.

Their thick skulls protect their brain

from rattling around and bruising.

They continue their work completely undeterred

from the possibility of self-harm.

Thick skulls work well for them,

but not for me.

I can no longer continue undeterred

now that I know my stubbornness will be the end of me.