Forge my soul

Copyright ©2001 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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Her letter almost made me cry, almost,

but as I hammer and bend and shape 
and forge my soul to be what it will be, 

I must save all the tears I can,
for I need them to quench the flames
that burns in my heart,
so that they will not consume me wholly. 

We've all been there, 
tasted the bitter sweet realization
that pain and loss are the best teacher, 
but only to the student
which strive to learn.

More questions than answers,
more confusion than understanding, 

yet we try, don't we?