We make such small strides
with our pain,
yet every inch
feels like a mountain climbed,
an epiphany.
Amnesiac wound lanced anew --
and not much gained
beyond the reminder that
yes, there is a wound.
Still, a peak is scaled each time,
a new summit reached,
and -- as anyone who has foraged through a piece of hell
will attest --
the view, however limited in scope,
is worth every glistening drop of
sweat.
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