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I had answers,
and when I didn’t I sought and found them
in life’s mired bog.
I had problems,
and when I did,
I most often solved them
impassively prompt.
I was efficient,
fiery calm
and methodically poised
prepared for unspecified passages.
I allowed few circumstances
to shred my stony, self-control.
jagged edges were meticulously
reshaped into roundness.
Now you see it.
Now you don’t.
I proudly preserved,
a resolute, rock mythology.
Now I flounder.
I have no answers,
and can’t find
many solutions.
I try to be calm,
with senses gathered,
To grapple greedy
uncontrollable, possessive grief.
I must dig deep.
The myth is usurped
By crystal, teared reality.
There are times
A ROCK
can and will become a pebble.
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