Another day draws near.
Again,I befall into the shadows
with heart-filled tears
alone in my shelter.
With curtains gaping,
the outside emanates,
as I build absence
from the outside fates.
Years of building routines
suddenly becoming undone.
Meanwhile my mind demeans,
filling my head with thoughts.
Thoughts become audible words,
transcending reverberating sounds,
echoing questions from my innards.
Bursting forth like an echo chamber
What have I to love
What have I to dread
What have I to fear
With an endless stream of choices,
if I can recognize power over mind
unmindful of outside fates, then strength besieges
with new thoughts with each new day.
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