Clarity

All alone
With Curtains Drawn
I stare at my familiar hands

I find smooth skin,
And I find steady fingers,
I find youth

Once again 
In front of the mirror
Hazel eyes unblinking

I find sadness
And I find wisdom
I find age

In a crowd
Amonst people
With beating hearts

I find emotion
And I find passion
I find life

At nighttime
At the foot of a grave
Burdened by darkness

I find privacy
And I find stillness
I find death

Stoic Poetry

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