Temperance

Published by Hecate Magazine

May 10, 2021


I temper 

my feelings

to withstand the extremes.

This pane forged with pain and withholding

I have to rebuild.

I know the chance remains

of being shattered—

left with my scattered remains

countless shimmering fragments.

Not any longer.

It’s time I’m built 

to bend and sway—

To move with the elements

Instead of this pillar that defies them.

The Tower always stands to crumble.

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