Tensile Strength

 

The hard rely on the soft
To remind them when they’re wrong
To comfort, soothe, and forgive them 
For what they’ve done

The soft hold onto the hard
To do what they don’t want to think of
Without a word mentioned 
Just to ease their guilty thoughts

And when the pressure comes
When time slices on the diagonal
And confessions fly off the handle
There’s no looking back 
Just forward to the eternal

◄ At lunch

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