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Enough Our life has a rhythm It makes no sense To anyone but us All is well Slight shift Everything is normal until.... A test A fall A set back Another rogue situation An upheaval It happens to no one else We feel a shift A slight sense of something What might panic most, just "tilts" us There is no time to panic us can you stay in a perpetual state of panic? Stress? Tilt? So this thing comes with us Strapping itself to our backs We adjust We settle Stress Pain Grief Loss It shoulders itself like a yoke. An aged, wooden burden, Enough Crying Anger Lost hope Shattered dreams Courage If I just have enough...