The Denying Enthusiast

The Denying Enthusiast short poem

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For years I have been plagued with insecurity
Only to have believed to find myself
And with a gust of inspiration
I took a chance to share happiness
But like a winter’s harvest
There was nothing left to salvage at the end

Like a seed, I was willing to grow
And I tried so hard to feed the village
But I was given everything but warmth
And now I’m stuck beneath the ground, waiting to be pulled out
Covered in thick ice, given the perception of being protected

Soon it will be summer, and the crops will grow.
I think.

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