I find only blessings
In the rippling of sorrow
An array of hard lessons learned
Seared deep into my hide

I’ve come to know every inch of the wild
That quakes, with all manner
Of maddening beasts

But I’m no longer shaken
I stray on with welcoming arms
For in truth
Misfortune is the guide
That brightens my path

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