A daily rush of abject striving,
Surrounded by a hope of surviving,
All I keep so sweet and precious,
Locked inside for fear of chiding.
A stroke of pen so loose, untidy.
A feinted word I find unabiding,
To any thought of human flair,
Rather a whisper of deep despair.
Peace in longing, strength in the tear,
Defines a life bent on ambition,
Called by God to a place undared.
Please, excuse me, if I am scared.
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