Stoicism

Stoicism

Beneath the layers
of the artifice of years,
The ego,
The tough exterior that isn’t,
Or, wasn’t.
The chip off the old block
On my shoulder,
I am truly
Sweetness.
My rebellion broken
With my realization
Of my pain
And the release
Of my anger.
The shrew barely tamed,
And renamed.
Though some rebellions,
Are quieter.

 

Teri Skultety

 

 

From my forthcoming book “Magdalene Aubergine”

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