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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...

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