Persistence — A Poem

Yes.

I see the cracks,

the chips and fissures.

Tattered edges, fraying seams.

I hear the noise,

the thrum and tumult

near-constant as sea tide.

It breaks my heart.

It compels me to clear my eyes

and strengthen my resolve

to magnify those signs,

however small,

of persistent

hope and

beauty.

— C.Birde

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