Running In Place

Ofttimes by Friday I am spent.
Counting each day things they have rent.

Customs kept safe by decorum.
Norms withering in our forums.

We juggle fear & fighting back.
We stand between them & attack.

Pushed to limits; we do not run.
We’re wet blankets to evil’s fun.

Weekends spent in silent retreat.
Back at it Monday’s no small feat.

Able to find little balance. 
Exhausted by terror talents.

Some will run but most are staying.
Bound by purpose: Dragon Slaying.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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