Sunday, August 12, 2012

Domino Effect

Ripple down through time
Lapping at a future shore
Shifting pebbled memories

Nothing's ever done and gone
No problem truly solved
No trauma healed

Excision leaves a hollow to be filled
Stitches yield a scar,
Even faded bruises make us flinch
From shadowed harm

I fear
The best we can achieve is
Swapping cozy suffering for
Bright new pain, shiny with the gloss
At least, of novelty
Renewing hope of conquest

Knowing this, I've learned to moderate my expectations
Temporary strength is but prelude to descendant tribulations 

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