Your shoes overcome mine
On the blanket
With invasive sand
Toppling
Eclipsing
Your shoes
Conspiring
In a day of happy
While my heart
Remains too hurt to breathe
My mind is fighting with itself
For air
It has become so encrusted
With the powdery, worn down
dust of us rubbing together
If this is what is meant by
Iron Sharpens Iron
It is painful
Unrelentingly
Painful
As Unrelenting as His love for us
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