Everyone will tell you
that you aren't enough;
you are insignificant and irrelevant-
a fat burden on the shoulders
of those far more important;
"You ought to be grateful", they say.
But what about those dark nights
when it was your unfaltering flame
that kept their fire burning?
What about those times
when your trembling hands
held this house of cards
and kept it from crashing?
And what about the day
when you bled copiously
so they could sleep on a bed of roses?
People forget the worth
of those who don't often announce it.
This world and this age
have no regard for humility.
The graceful must live
in a dark cage of silence.
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