I am no Steve
I am the rock upon which
The water breaks.
Not the path of least resistance.
I am the hard journey uphill both ways.
The mountain that remains
Even after twilight fails.
Not the mist that burns away
With the morning sun.
I fight the losing battle
Until the enemy grows weary.
Not the shifting dune
Prey to the season's wind.
I am duty over love,
Or I am dead.
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Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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