All the ways

To sit with uncertainty

Here amidst the ruins of

The person I was

Someone better

Lives here now

Yet the hungry ghosts of old weaknesses

Change forms as they stalk the future

They’ve no place haunting

But those, red in tooth and claw,

They fail to learn from history

My victories, come at a cost,

I get on with the work

Arms not too tired

To hold the sword

Above my head

I live, able to do anything




Except where I’ve shown

The last few hungry ghosts

And in the revelation

Came the ways in which

They are defeated

A slow learner, yes

But a sure one



The ways

Which matter


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