Wiosna

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Nothing so frightens me now
as my own mortality.

I never feared death itself;
Instead I tremble that

the life I was so sweetly given
will not be lived fully.

Should my youth be wasted on
the trials of a silly girl?

So determined to be a woman and
yet so easily defeated

by the inclinations of a child,
often wracked by insolence

and jealousy and so deadly a foe
as pride, which haunts me.

Nothing so frightens me now
as my own mortality.

To be caught in the storm that
is my Spring only to

awaken and find that I sit in
the dead of winter,

having planted nothing when it
was time for planting

and finding myself alone with
none but the wrinkles

that line my face, not for years
of smiles, but for frowns.

Let me smile more than worry and
let humility replace pride.

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