Trials and traumas and torturous troubles
Conspire to
control without caution or cause
Til the bullies of
bedlam come bashing and brawling
Clasping and
crushing with crippling claws.
Pressuring pulse
with presumptive persuasion,
Falling and
feeling the fits of frustration,
Weakening walls
until will is in waning
Succumbing with
sighs to the sad situation.
Who will withstand
the caustic caterwauling?
Bending and
blending like willows in wind.
Who will stand
strong like the ornery oak?
Defiant and
distant without foe or friend.
Mindsets may
muddle in different directions
Seeking sweet
solace to foster a friendship,
Weaving to
weariness,
Swerving in
solitude,
Reaching to reap
any kindness or kinship.
Breath be a beacon;
peace be a prayer.
Find without folly
the will and the way.
Basking in bliss
as the vision unveils,
Showing the
strength to just walk away.
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