Patience
Patience born beneath my brittle bones
as if I have a choice,
taking things my body owns;
my heart, my soul, my mind, my voice
Taking things so I could live
as if I had a say,
taking things I would not give;
Patience took them anyway
So here I hurry up and wait
to see what Patience brings,
I Hope that Patience is not too late
and brings me back my things
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