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
of hardship
brought upon me
by insecurty
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
though notwithstanding
the effort of a self-effacing
forgiveness.
~
And might there be suggested a travesty,
oh to know the wonder of finding sanity.
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© Scott F Savage 9/2/2020
This is dedicated to a life once lived and the of knowing a special life.
To Zelda