# …mirroring…

Author: Jiblits
Tags: Poem

Imported from SF2 with no description.

Only then, do I find rest

When I’m broken, for some reason,  things seem the best

It’s strange, but I enjoy the peace in lowly days

Truly happy, stuck in my ol’ ways

Always striding for more accomplishments 

Always paying no mind to resentments 

Life far from perfect for most

I see, & talk, to many a ghost

Never truly alone

I feel so much, to every bone

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/rn6g6lp1