I move in silence.
I speak without words.
I turn the other cheek.
This is not weak.
This is power.
This is a shield.
Silence is the shield.
The word is my sword.
I wear this armor and only strike when needed.
This great work i have completed.
Stoic to the core.
I have learned this and so much more.
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Author:
Poetic Burrito (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
A wonderful poem. How strong is a rock? Does it strike back? It without desire harms the hand of who strikes it. Stoic is good
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