'I never blew out a sputtering candle, I extinguished the wavering wick.' Photo: by Eyasu Etsub on Unsplash
Come to good
Poem by Dana Smith
I will not break a bruised reed.
I broke a bruised reed.
I did not come to own the world.
I tried to own the world.
I never blew out a sputtering candle
I extinguished the wavering wick.