The tallies don’t quite add up.
I’ve given what I could.
Struggled. Will probably always struggle.
Because I don’t know how to be content
for long. I’ve stretched. I’ve held back.
I’ve rarely faked it. But I’ve exaggerated.
Somehow the totals seem to be heavy
on the blessings I’ve been given.
Too many. It almost hurts to face them
sometimes. Because I’m not worthy
of the sun let alone the moon.
But I take them just the same, greedy for light.