Thoughts on wisdom

Pen in hand,
I stand alone.
As solid as a winter bird.
The dim sun and frost
does not diminish
the path before me.
With each step I learn
not to let myself succumb.
To those who stand in the way
of all that we can achieve.
Then, out of the silence
I hear your voice.
“Now are the days to
make you own magic,
and feast on your life”.

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