What it is to endure?
The unconscionable do, and we dismay.
The disconcerting say, and we ache to see the outcome,
yet when it doesn't yield, we simply seam ourselves again.
We use the yarns they spun, and the frills we found along the way.
And as we wander round as rags, whipping weakly with the wind,
shredding deeply, till the skin, cracked and crumbled,
bleeds and brims.
Take a minute.
Know, right then,
you didn't need them to begin,
and you don't need a stitch from them.
Move forward, smile again, and show them all who's weaker then.
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