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.