It matters not
where mind wandered
in those still hours
un-slept
Should burden be
carried over thought
pierced from pain
in corruption false
through slant of fatigue
and guilt conform
to turmoil
when strength
momentarily waned
its customary grip?
A surge now
is surely adequate
to bear the weight
once more
To find potency
in the potential
and exceed any
error wrought
Hope tilts on a
precarious balance
where the scale
often slips
But for now
it rests steady
towards optimistic
intention
and endurance
tenders its proposal
to surmount impediment
ever sure of success



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A stunning write hun, superbly penned! 


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and I think your line breaks were done exceptionally well Jacks. 

LMAO.


115 old applause
