Wisdom churns in the belly of the fortuitous few
Earned on the backstrap of humanity
Achieved through years of trials
Aging imposes
Judiciously earned
Experiences harsh teacher
Unfolding
From brokenness, suffering
The wise are sought
Entrusted
Wisdom wears modesty
It doesn’t flaunt
What could we be
If we all wore wisdom
Like a badge
An honor
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Author:
Katie B. (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2026 03:47
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I say let it be capes and as the more wisdom acquired let the capes grow on their own LOL
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