cold compressed jigsaws
hardened in fire, abstracted
pathways to the depths

once I was walking
out of the darkness knowing
that I will walk back

Shared with the I Write Her Senhai Saturday #37 picture prompt

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The Source Of Your Anxiety

Ask yourself ‘what is it you want?’
Does your anxiety serve you well?
Why sacrifice your peace of mind
when the gods of fate will never tell?