Subtle waves of rapture roll o’er my earthly crown, granting peace as moments strained resolve into the sound of sighs caught at the work day’s end, as tired defeat stirs sweet relief, so whispers to my driven heart, “it’s more that I bequeath”…
Reflection on the long day done sees little to behold, just more of what was faced this morn’, tomorrow still, one more day old, and sold to what the pressures force, built amongst the plies, yet glue’s what I commence to bring to weld the mis-laid “whys”…
So herein my experience brings journey to the flailing, returns them home with guidance born upon their moves so failing. But I, alas, renounced to push, defined to lead the stray across their inexperience in hopes that they might stay one ounce of tacking knowledge acquired to their line, yet grateful in contention stand within the hope of being kind.
Frustration burdens hard the yoke experience grants to tow, yet won in victories triumph, holds the strength of what I know. “It’s more that I bequeath”… yet failing chords of unheard words, point to greater self-relief, lost in phrases wayward herds. I pray my past finds refuge in the hands and minds of some who care, that they may know the secret and my burden with me share.
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