Why thank you for the compliment,
but I must be frank,
I am no sage,
I am no guru.
If you admire patience in me,
know it didn’t come through spiritual awareness,
nor grinding the axe against my ego.
It’s this anchor that never leaves,
holding down my tongue, my limbs and my very being,
from devoting myself.
I have no other default, it’s all or nothing,
and I choose and have withered to nothing.
Social anxiety doesn’t even register as a blip,
nay, I have to return to being alone to find a semblance of sanity.
If you see patience,
it’s because I can’t engage with you any more,
not because I have spiritual magnificence,
it is numbness and indifference.
The skill of sociability,
is a well oiled machine,
and I,
a derelict cog,
free spinning down the road.
W.E.
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