“struggle”
I can weave your pain into vines of pills,
but it will tumble you into a numb slumber
on the Sunday sloping downward to melancholy,
like the meager pinecones that drop effortlessly.
I can show you more than chemical collapse,
so you can sharpen the eager daylight
-slipping upward through branches beyond
into the rainbows of an uncaptured nature.
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