Taking Care

This is, and will ever be my downfall:
I suffer from too much caring.

It is also though, my strength.

I am not faint (nor feint) of heart;
though I fear it.
Becoming so, losing my audacity
of caring, of having care, of taking care –
I would be a desert.

Instead, I am a cacaphonous jungle,
all a-tangle.

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