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Stonehenge 2012 Crushed by the weight of disappointment My soul was heavy as I gazed at the ring of stones Overwhelmed by the sheer effort of it. The enduring monument of primitive rock, built with acceptance of pain and loss To reach upward in defiance of impediment— How small my failures seemed at that. How light compared to the sacrifice. Did one setback break them? One obstacle divert their course? I was shamed at the insignificance of all my discontent And reminded of the resolution required to achieve success. As the sun broke the clouds that raced across the plain, I cut those weights that forced me to ground And my soul heaved and hoisted its stones back into place.
SUSAN K. SHORTT
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