Patience:
Led by providence, no fear ahead
Longing eyes gaze behind, to a past that has been absolved
Regret and regression, definitions and desires
All formed from the same mold
I am a slow rebirth with a gestation as long as my pride remains unyielding
But it is not the comforting, protective womb I can't remember
It is a roughing stone where true character is tested
Where barnacles of a past mold are broken off
On the jagged shore of a brackish sea
Led by providence, no fear ahead
I am patient
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