The condensate of your kindness
Beads futilely upon me
For I have oiled the soft places
And hardened all the rest
Against the many dangers
I’ll walk my path alone
My regret, now a burden
The only anchor I have known.


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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