Seen each day, as the second door closes without drama,

And a final check is made for keys and a cell phone.

Yet, someone spend time designing a screen with a purpose,

And even creativity.

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Did the author think of the bees which would be separated from my breakfast?

Did a production manager agrees to a stronger and more expensive door?

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I know not, but the door is somehow a little more present today.

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As I AM.

Sometimes as wide as a river which has burst its banks,

Spilling out to engulf everything we touch,

Until it is sodden.

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At others like an arrow, directed specifically to wound,

And pierce a heart which we thought was protected,

Yet it is not.

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We can swim to shore,

Or visit the infirmary to heal the wound,

But we cannot endure on our own.

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For this sadness penetrates our soul, and the eternal soulmate,

Who dwells within.