When It's Enough - Poem by Kim Jones
A deep and foreboding hurt
fighting and forcing
its way down, hoping
to take root.
Like a weed,
it squeezes all the life
out of anything near
It is fought and battled
with every last breath
but with the wind of change,
a new hurt is presented as a seed,
the gardener finds themselves wrapped about
with the thorns.
When does one learn when it's enough?
Sometimes it will only hurt more
trying to save a cause
that is lost and resistant
than it would hurt
to simply move on.
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