Gratitude

This is all
and only how I’ve been,
struggling in the lines
where printed marks
explore different answers.
I’m into a way of mind,
trading time for change
when it comes
to what I spare.
A distant sparkle
that can never land,
always flying
and spinning with admiration
as it’s course loses focus
and dies among
all these helping hands.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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