Reeds

“We are but reeds: and the wind bends us where it will.”

She envied those who never question their place in the world.

It seemed like it would be a blissful existence: to be able to accept the things, good and bad, that life handed her, without wondering if she in some way ‘deserved’ it.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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