Consequences
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
Resolution
Victory
Cessation
Health
Knowing
this, I've learned to moderate my expectations
Temporary
strength is but prelude to descendant tribulations
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