"We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies."
~ Emily Dickinson ~
Dear Emily, I write to say
that - having read the news today -
whilst I applaud your poetry
I question how you view
the average person, such as me
(if not the likes of you)
that, when we're challenged, we may rise
in growing stature to the skies
when, oh my dear, I think
that when the props of everyday
by Fate's swift hand are knocked away
you'd be appaled how - to survive -
our decencies will take a dive
and to what depths we'll sink.





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