This day won’t budge
it’s thick as ice
caked on a west-
facing windshield
at once dense
and brittle with its
inherent duality
of fragility and
danger we only
expect one
at once at least
I am surprised
when a weakness
has a weakness
surprised to find
the crack in
the monotonous
heaviness that
cannot last
it always does
itself in
in the end
there’s an end
there always is.
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There’s always an end! And I am grateful for that (mostly).
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exactly!
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This is real good…
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Thanks, Doug!
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True, there is always an end. But an ending is also I think a new beginning. Life it seems is a cycle of endings and beginnings. Nice write! 🙂
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Honest writing. It’s a shame how often I (and many others) feel this way.
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but no shame in honest feeling. Thank you for reading!
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No, not shame at all. No worries. 🙂
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