When It Goes From Bad to Worse

An avalanche of ugly.

Stormy waves of smack.

Sink-holes of loneliness.

Scratches on your back.

Putting up “The Good Fight.”

(As you always do.)

Surviving all the Whack-a-Moles,

from Midnight to High Noon.

Grace is how you do it,

graceful as a breeze,

gently pushing clouds around,

scattered piles of leaves.

Pouncing like a warrior

who also knows ballet:

Strong & fit, bit-by-bit,

you make it all the way.

I’m proud to be a friend of yours,

standing by your side.

Win or lose, it’s you I choose,

to fight against the tide.

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