'I never blew out a sputtering candle, I extinguished the wavering wick.' Photo: by Eyasu Etsub on Unsplash

Poem by Dana Smith

Come to good

Poem by Dana Smith

by Dana Smith 26th May 2023

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.