Encore

In time all things eventually fall
Insanity softens to understanding
Its nature was not that; ever
Simply a truth beyond its time
Now embraced and reconciled
Never apart, but finally accepted

Known before its maturity in time
I became that which I always had been
Feeling more, and thinking much less
Silence can no longer be such a burden
It never was; yet was always unheeded
I can enjoy this play, and may even applaud

Stoic Poetry

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