In a state of comfort, warmth is where I wish to stay.
In vile weakness, as I turn, I wish for strength to have, For strength, I wish to hold onto – in strength I need no salve.
In impotence and uselessness, I feel my being lost.
To function and be useful, I wish at any cost,
And, yes, I shun this bad distress; if useless and so weaK, I am, thus, just inadequate, but, IF I took a peak
And saw above conditions, as counterparts all are, I would be contented be forever, Slug or God or Star. 💫
Mystic Poet ~
It is a Blessing
And a curse
To feel every thing
So very deeply