For it is a compelling quandary
to know love is a passion
to know we are in the human form
drawn by the touch, the affections our own
need to feel.
I once stood upon a crest,
deep was a valley of afterthought,
only when having caused that descent
brought upon me
driven upon self absorbed abandonment.
We dream sadly insecure
in that ability to recognize
such is the value of contribution
in whatever capacity,
may it be fault
may the outcome be a failure
though how would we survive
without allowance for such is a healing
trial becomes peace
the effort of a self-effacing
And might there be suggested a travesty,
oh to know the wonder of finding sanity.
© Scott F Savage 9/2/2020
This is dedicated to a life once lived and the of knowing a special life.