No one to fix
Only to choose
What will
I do?
Oh, the burden
Of pride
That holds me
Amuck
In another one’s
Mire
Why so
Responsible
Why so divine
This ego
That sings
The problems
They are mine
Tiny plates
Whirl
On each
Digit
Extended
Offers no one
Their personal
twirl
My solution
For another’s
Sting
Enough to crown
Me
King
If this seems a little sharp, I wrote it for me. Ready for the cure!
Shalom,
Laurel Thomas
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I love this, but I wouldn’t initially see my big sister as the speaker. It is interesting t hat pride can lead us to a lesson of humility, and that the whole thing might begin and foster love of a kind.
The solution: simplify and take many vacations
Oh, my! Very insightful, dear sister! I like it – especially the solution. 🙂 Love to you~