Strength
The barren feed the barren
and empty hearts a like in manner seek
to satisfy a sadness, struck deep
within the marrow of the meek.
They blame the cheerful, and cast
them far beyond the realm of consciousness,
while coddling the joyless with sorrows
that would spoil true happiness.
Strength will master self-contempt,
reduce to ash the all-consuming flame
of ruinous self-interest, and sow
the seeds of gladness once again.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2006
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