Everyone with their crutch
gimping through life
elements of the physical
emotional, mental and spiritual
playing off each other
perhaps, one preeminent deficiency
for which a crutch
is crafted and relied upon
to help one cope
but somehow in time
all elements
come into alignment
to deal with
the day to day
rigors of life
when life's tenuous balance
becomes disturbed
we lean more heavily
when the parts
become completely disengaged
from each other
we die.
Raymond, we all rely on something. Your poem is a commentary on that.++10
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Really thought provoking work, Raymond. I realized at 'to help one cope' that crutches are almost invariably a metaphor for either coping or something destructive (substance abuse, despair, even death...) . I've found them necessary at times. Your work has me thinking about the possibility that culture sometimes deems what is necessary a sign of weakness...perhaps defeat, perhaps demise. A great work....to myfavourites and a 10.