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Enough
Our life has a rhythm
It makes no sense
To anyone
but us
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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