Inspiring Torque

by Deborah Breuer

I’m just a gear, A small, Nay, minute Rotating, partition of an ill oiled machine. The weight that is bore upon me is mighty And the significance valid. But I am but a gear. Hardened and corroded by years of dedication, A revolution that has left me drowning in new, untamed territory. Where the machine has evolved, placing new mass to that which I must carry. And as I remain but a gear I remain a gear with hope, With a desire that a balance of heft and oil may be achieved, Engaging this machine, That which I am a part of, To thrive and inspire light where now, I strive to see a ray of it. And, although I am but a gear, I can not be killed, And that gives me faith, Trust that this gear may bring about the greatest of all rays of light, Change.


Posted on 09/19/2012
Copyright © 2020 Deborah Breuer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/07/14 at 01:08 PM

congratulations on POTD. wonderful poem and there will arrive a time when gears like stars will be more appreciated than they are, when gears will no longer have to rue their condition but will given their proper due.

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