carlotta Silverstrini (pixabay)

B R E A K

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Stoicism is a prison/

Though I break out/

Though I break down/

Through the pull of a merciful act/

I can be old and too weak to hold back/

I can imagine a troubled

panicked angel tangled double;

One cat caught in a grate/

A girl unfair in a wheelchair/

Nears and dares her balance, her endurance, her tolerance/

She Strains all of her weight/

She shows the pain that she’s used to on her face/

Then relief,

and they’re both free

She and the cat both refuse to

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