Perseverance

I’m overwhelmed.
I’m tired.
I need to leave.
I’m overwhelmed. I’m tired. I need to go slowly.
Overwhelmed. Tired. I need to rock.
I need to close my eyes.
I float slowly to the back of my mind in the dark and in the quiet,
Where hills made of past memories roll like the tide in the rainy season on the east coast.
Hard rain leaves no stone dry.
With relentless battering, stones become worn, broken and at the mercy of natures temper.
Through the struggle, regardless of the plight of rocks and ocean, life takes its stand and triumphs.
It crawls beneath the rocks and grows a dense, fuzzy shade of green and waits for someone in need.

Dark and damp do not hinder the necessity of life to bear on and move forward
And then be gracious enough to wait for those wrestling with fruitless causes.
Life knows when we need more than sustenance and covering.
We need something we can touch and see
Something to make our miscarried faith give birth to really believing.

Beneath the rocks I soak up the life from what some may consider distasteful.
But how can anything be loathsome when it can continue living despite the distractions of warring entities.
Mold is a pest, a dirty thing
A nuisance that we go through so much to destroy
But it dismisses our strains and makes it’s own way.
Through our spitting and murmuring, going on and on to destroy it
We fail to understand its perseverance.
We miss the point.

Here in the back of my mind where it’s dark and memories roll like the tide in the rainy season on the east coast
I clinch the perseverance of the fuzzy green.
My strength is renewed.
I need to leave.
I need to move.
I need to slowly drift forward to the front of my mind.
I need to open my eyes.

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