Sated

Skirting the edge has defined my trail.
Compassionate kindness my sturdy guardrail.

Grateful am I for those who have guided me.
Durably forged by being loved chidingly.

I’ve needed both bumpers upon life’s lane.
Indifference & apathy ever my bane.

So easy to give in when no one is watching.
Finally yielding to steady debauching.

My saving not owed to plenty paired eyes.
A lean team observing prevents my capsize.

I need not adoration from mercurial mobs.
A few satellites can govern love’s jobs.

I no longer wish for more than I have.
The dream of needs met an unlimited salve.

I grow to my limits & often surpass them…
Fate sated plate & a cup poured past brim.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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