erosion

while i was passing by 
in aisle five
i overheard
“get help”
she happened to glance at me
and by 6:03
i happened to think
what if she said 
“get well”
and i don’t know who
and i wasn’t there
but i know 
when i’ve heard it before 
if it wasn’t condescendingly
had one pound of empathy 
i would’ve been 
more likely

we all have days 
that get swept in the haze
of just trying to stay alive
2 steps forward, 1 step back
but it feels like rewinding 5
after drawing a circle or two
you wish you didn’t need to be doing footwork your whole life

it’s like a birthday balloon
in a crowded room
it’s all up in the air
the balloon falls down
you look around 
and wonder if you all have circles there

in the clouds
but with the crowd
sometimes you hear in the way they speak
the toughened clay
they molded that day
to prevent from appearing weak

you feel the way it sounded
they’re trying to keep it grounded
you see the smoothness of their rock
because they’re silently wearing the erosion
it took for them 
to become that soft

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