Dragging on years of old wars across
Floors painted over with dry tears of
Soft shoulders bearing weights from
Worlds undiscovered except for the
Fires burning through others who seem
To find peace somehow in the darkness

Comforted among the sharpness of pains
Sparked by the ravages of time slipping
Sliding eluding abiding no rhyming or
Reasons to watch one more season fall
Into the past so fast it can’t last another
Day without feeling the rays of a warmth
Crawling until it’s time to run once more

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NOTE: A little something or other, mostly other, from the edge of winter through the eyes of marching spring blinking on the horizon, clawing the way forward by finding solace in the struggle.