Embody Will

I'll take each day, 
like a challenge to be slain. 

Rail against the howling wind, 
counting the wins. 

Can't look backward fearfully. 
Embody will.

Stare the tear down forcefully.
Count the rage and regret there.
Pour into art,
this pulsing heart.

Court the jesters turn of phrase.
Live without ache.

Turn into the swirling vortex,
it cannot harm.

You have arrived to revive,
not to relive.

Experience is armor,
not weaknesses.

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