Metric

Every once in a while you just need an inch
Just the tiniest dewdrop, the smallest granule
Being torn asunder becomes tolerable otherwise
Burning alive inside becomes normality
But that inch, oh that inch
To have it, to hold on to it – to know there is more
To know there is something beyond plight
That is what plight needs to have power
And what we need to stay afloat
Without it, we are broken
With it, we are easy targets
Oh plight, give me an inch
So that you may take a mile
If you must test me,
Please, at least, give me that inch.

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