Come to good

25 May 2023 | by Dana Smith

Poem by Dana Smith

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

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.

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