Concrete cracks within its foundation
as time passes and lesions
become mundane.
Forged from a tightly tethered blend,
yet fragile as wet feathers when
adversity strikes hard.
Dyed, stained,
drenched in summer’s rain.
Posed with confusion on how to regain
it’s form and strength.
Stricken with emotion fore-fronted by pain.
Answers to questions so simple, yet, never explained

Never again.
Never again.

Healing swiftly
as the moon kisses the stars.
Stargazing, while life persist
and repaving commences.
Repair is long overdue,
yet the costs is not greater
than making it through.

by. Philip G. Steverson