The Fool

 

What a fool I have been,

Playing victim to the torment in my head.

What a tool I have been,

Sharpening the edges of my own damning blade.

What sorrow I have felt,

When I am the maker of my own salty tears.

Today this ends.

What a seed I now am,

Burying myself deep in rich soil

Soon to rise again.

-N.B.

 

Photo by Gabriel Jimenez on Unsplash

 

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