Tension is the place of change,
The factory for all things new.
We find the path to what can be
Between what is and all we knew.
When we flee from Tension’s grasp
So all our comforts can be clasped,
We find our progress, growth have lapsed
To keep our structures from collapse.
And yet, if we would just lean in,
Accepting that we need the stress
To forge a novel way ahead,
We’ll heal our worst and fuel our best.
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