2017 : November

I do not seek events, but things that say
The things I need to hear and feel and know;
Like how sometimes, when thankful, we tell lies,
Or why we stop when it is time to go.

A month ago, I knew I needed help;
And so I sought to understand my ways,
And found there, as I started to explore,
Some parts of ardor, others of malaise —-

And standard things that many folk go through.
The wondering if I’ve already been
The best I will be, or I ever could be,
Another nameless man among us men.

But this I know: however bright my light,
I still can love my own, and do what’s right

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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