Often words don’t come easy
As I stare at this empty page
Thoughts escape me but I try
Fleeting moments to engage

Patterns swirl and start to form
Borne upon wings of memories
Unearthed from the deep dark past
Into the light with a life set free

Stoic Poetry

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