Into a Devoted Motion

Blocked but not stopped,
Is a flow that can overwhelm.
And...
Deflected,
To dropp its effectiveness.
Where a nourishment is sought.
And not dissected...
Into a nothingness that drifts off.

A purpose that is determined,
Will earn eventually an overdue respect.
No matter if there is a resistence to it...
A delivery to feed,
Will arrive at its destination.
By any means necessary...
To get to where it gets.
With or without,
A disappointment to fret!
Or its movement to regret.

And that which is anticipated,
Achieves beyond oppositions met.
When set and kept...
Into a devoted motion.
Regardless if the notion,
Is to impede its release.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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