Stopping just short of judgment,
his mind took a leap
Whose soul rose as substance,
now ready to speak
Words before never uttered,
or spoken in vain
This acknowledgement followed,
crying out in refrain…
"The joy in determination,
the torment by choice
To share in celebration,
we alone can't rejoice
The critic inside us,
the judger of sins
Is best left in silence,
till it targets within"
As time will remind us,
and these words will recall
All biting reprisal,
—the coward's downfall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)
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