what brings us out to face the world?
what helps us climb when ways are steep?
what brings us from the vale of dark
and wakes us, early, from our sleep
to try again, again, again?
we cannot always know or say;
but we -- we, all of us --
are worth the effort
every
single
day
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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