My child…
You have acquainted
Fear…
…anger…
…sadness…
…pain…
Disappointment.
Because of them
You fail to see me
But also because of them
You seek and remember me
Look into your heart, child
And hear my throbbing pride
In your greatest and littlest
You make me reign
For there
In your palm
I have left
The keys to my glory…and yours
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