What do I bring?
Awkward clumsiness,
weakness, tiring easily.
What talent I offer
is bested by so many others.
Master of nothing.
Today, I feel less.
Less than enough.
Less than good.
Less talented.
Less skilled.
Less.
So, I offer you Less.
Inadequate Less.
Penitent Less.
Sorry Less.
Less.
Your words,
laughing water,
refresh me.
Dense, fresh bread,
they nourish.
I hope.
I cling to them.
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