It hurt even to crack a smile
or part my lips to speak,
So parched I was_
That I could not bear others
To know me so weak...

I tried my best to cover up
The infirmity of being late,
Summoning all remaining hope
Per chance to change this state...

So many steps taken backward
And not easily regained,
The pace forward,
Needed to be hastened,
Sparing life severely strained...

However, I resigned to be patient,
A doleful while longer,
Daring not to be recognized,
I hid until I grew stronger...

Now I am here,
Feeling as strong as steel,
Tasting a new life without fear,
Like the King of the Hill...


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Romeo Della Valle

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