I lived in the shadows of waiting
like a romancing of patience
There is no snapping of resilience
despite evil being a beast
that partakes of every feast
that, then, I should avoid, to say the least
Did I worry that there is no kind hand
to take me through the pain
even as it takes me again and again?
And I have no recourse to anyone
when treachery always has me undone
to repeat the self-defeat
How did this illumination shine
to be relentlessly divine?
The sacrifice is the only possession that is mine?
A question that needs addressing
A universe answers in silence
As if the answer was silence itself
That even an uncertain wisdom
knows the certainty that its uncertainty
is all but taken care of
That all motion is correction
of the incorrect, as destiny flows
I can see the sky keep changing colours
Yet, understand its pride in its existence
because it has meaning and purpose
And I know that there can’t be any regrets
that even all the sufferings
are numerous hieroglyphs of a legacy’s tale
to be deciphered in the ages of posterity
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