Smeared and rolled over, thoroughly
Obliterated and torn. We continue on
With barely a glance. Our impact is mighty,
Staunchly persistent. As we inhale, exhale,
Again for the day, tomorrow, we extend
Our ripple, forever multiplying.
Do we notice?
I pray and count. Sadness lingers, infiltrates.
I am impactful, persistent, perpetually
Wincing. Attempting to limit, to pray.
Watch, stay aware, as we traverse.
Reflective eyes, in darkness, continuing on
As always, each, in our turn, persisting.
Ours the detrimental claw scraping across
My tender heart, and yet I persist as all
Others do, trailing with justified reasoning.
A must response, seemingly, unfortunately.
Us, them, petulant and determinedly oblivious.
Stuck between trenchant pikes and keen rocks.
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Weathered Well 