Weather and Rust
Understanding does not make one knowledgeable, of the issue that’s at hand
But rather brings you a little closer
To the ledge on which they stand
Use no force - in words nor tone
For the ground on which they trek, can tumble
With the weight of a single stone
Standing at the bottom - start slow - Work your way up
And know they are immobile
Alive - but stuck
Trapped within their minds, along with their thoughts
A cure for that isn’t something,
That can simply be bought
It will take time, years if it must
But if left to weather the storm on our own -
Sooner or later, we all will rust
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