I will to not
Wear the broken crown
Carrying the cross
Where people may frown
Suffering for reasons
sent to try me
In my own temperance
Dealing with the ire
Giving it only one permission
To raise me from the fire
Powerful spiristantial energy
Supporting this weakness
That people presume as lethargy
Stirring up a whole heap of nothing
Within this tiny infinite tea cup
When I am doing my best...
Just to keep going.
©wrennie
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