For The Sunday Muse prompt #120, and B who in (wo)manfully wrestling pain to a standstill reminds us to hope again…
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Remember, in
the failing light
of falling night,
when the weight
of the world feels
like a thing around
your neck, that
we see you, proud
against the night-
feet planted firmly
in the mushy earth,
unflinching
in the maelstrom.
Like the North Star
sometimes hidden,
sometimes peering out
from behind the clouds,
a beacon showing home
we see you and believe
again.
A Geek's Life 
I so love the hope that out weighs the worries around our neck. This is so beautiful A.J.!!
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I love this, especially the closing lines.
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Amazing–the strength comes through.
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I like writing of fighting against the “the weight of the world.” You did well in showing the fight, not necessarily winning but things were better than they first seemed.
BTW, I was an Aerospace Engineer with our U.S. Airforce and NASA for seventeen years before I switched fields to teacg.
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Fascinating.. Great to ‘meet’ an engineer with a creative side.. Corrosion and Materials Engineer here… 🙂
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A wonderful poem, depicting reality and hope…..and we all need to find that “beacon showing home”!
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Simply beautiful …. a pleasure to read, to take in. Sigh.
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I meant…., I LIKE this 🤦🏽♀️😂
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Beautifully described-I’d like this 🙂
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The moon always lightens the burdens I hang from my neck. I should commune with her more often. Beautiful writing
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