Poem: Simple


It has all been
simpler than I believed.

And I am finally of an age
where I can remember
and embrace every tragedy
that has forced me to a simpler place.

The love of those I love.
The chance to do good work.
A place to worship, write and create.
Empty space to grow and dream.

It is enough.
It always was,
whether I realized it or not.

About this poem

I used to think I needed more. I have come to understand I need less. And I am grateful for the events in my life that have taught me that lesson.

Life is good.


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