I find myself
Facing the same faults.
They’ve trailed my life like wasted minutes,
And lined my vulnerabilities like unintended fray,
They’ve bloomed onset my decay.
I never, not once, underestimated their abilities
For, there is a deep difference between skill and strength
But I did not predict they’d profess the latter
They harvest resilience from floods of weakness
They are passionate,
They are the victors in the battles I have yet to fight
And the flames in the memories I have yet to light
They are durable
And so, make life unendurable
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