All now is father,
Bear the pangs
With aplomb
Voice in the throes of
A roar and how much better
To be heard than to find
No one was listening in the first place
Say less, act more,
A little more kindness and gentle ferocity of spirit,
Here, no hope but action.
And when you find weariness
Has the force of gravity,
I will be your column.
No matter how deep the cracks
Go inwards
MB Blissett 