Sounding Gong

I’m nothing
But a sounding gong
I want to
Love
Give
But I’m strangled
And constrained
And feel
impatient
unkind
intolerant
resentful
of our failings
Especially mine

A flickering flame
Of hope
Of a better way
And making a better world
Blown out
By deep sighs
Of discontent
Bringing darkness
Fumbling frantically
For the truth
The way
The life
The light
The realisation
And frustration
That I can change no-one
but myself
So silence the gong
Until I can love
Where it matters most

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