Frustration
When frustration is a large brick wall
That I continually am running into
Even if it is a small brick wall
It still hurts. It still bruises. It still shames.
Yet I refuse to let it squash the names
The name I have been given
The name of the One I know
And when toward that wall I go
Once more and once again
I reach for the hand of my Brother, my Friend
Bursting through the banner, entering the battlefield
To fireworks, smoke, and laughter
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