seeing fresh

Back then, I thought I knew about
 the joy inside - where it was kept -
 but soon, I entered into doubt,
 and trudged along, and finally slept 
 beside the waters of my fear,
 then dreaming: seeing fresh, anew
 within my reach was all it took,
 for I was really me

 with you

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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