You were always good
you showed up on time
in my darkest mood
Dear shame; my friend
grabbing me by my heart
never any mercy to lend
Dear fear, you pushed hard
as I clawed and fought
when I dropped my guard
Finally we are friends
merged together as one
in the wisdom it lends
Stoic Poetry
Yes, the wisdom does come. 🙂
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