Pushing Through
Life always moves forward. Whether it be
for you or thy neighbor,
nothing stops it entirely.
One can pray for time to cease, even if only
for a millisecond,
but the earth runs
on a strict schedule.
Never a day coming consisting of your rules,
hell, even in a pandemic.
You wake up,
swing your legs over the edge,
and move. You perform the dance you’ve practiced
since you could walk.
Ignoring the words of your friends,
not remembering the sound of their voice.
Silence the thought
placed in your head
from that one phone call.
Delete the internet searches–
no amount of research
will cure cancer.
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Beautiful poem, powerful ending.