February 10, 2026Poem

I have lost the skill

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I have lost the skill

To form words

To recognise

An objective reality

Construct a narrative

Build worthwhile connections

Touch another’s heart

Surrender my soul

Willingly

Give myself over

To somebody else

Trust myself

To get things right

To understand

What might be wrong

To make a change

To be responsible

For my own life

A successful outcome

A failure

To thrive.

To accept my role

In making good

To find my way

Back from the brink

To put everything

Into context

To give love

Without expecting

Its return,

A reward

Or recognition.

I might say it

But I must mean it

To be whole.