woman in green long sleeved shirt

The overfed ego,

unable to squeeze in

enough room for others,

risks dying of loneliness

as much as its counterpart,

the ego malnourished, bereft,

surrounded by clients, not friends—

with a view of what it means to be

who they really are,

the prescription an artist—

not a butcher or candlestick maker—

might supply, if applied to

by a weary soul, ready to give up

on the fairy tale.

This poem appears in my book ROSES IN WINTER. Available for sale on Amazon.

Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

Contemplative Christian Poet, Author & Speaker

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