Brutally Acute

It is a harsh existence I endure, pushed to the limit, time and again.

Sometimes a gentle nudge, other times a rigorous push, a blunt shove or more.

I learn, I endure, I hold true, exist and more.

For some they have a similar experience, but at a different level, deeper, darker, harsher, brutalised until death.

Others simply gasp and stand aside, some move forward and do their part to help.

We learn, we endure and more. I see things, I rattle a cage, I muscle my way forward.

Then there is silence, contemplation that gives me a nod. I am here, I am, I am. Without fear sometimes anon.

I watch, I think, I mess about and recline. Some days my mind seems to find and refine.

Hold true, be strong, listen, observe and simply be.