Pain, my teacher;
Discomfort, my friend.
Mountain top vistas
With fracture portends,
Though path is in sight,
Stumbling descents
And darkness of night.
Rough edges yielding
To the patches ahead.
No longer shielding,
Misleading with dread.
Pain, my teacher;
Discomfort, my friend.
I guess it’s good
To see you again.
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