Tchórzostwo

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I never thought myself a coward.
It just sort of…crept up on me.
I never saw it coming, nor heard
it make its way into my soul.
With each passing day, as I forced
my being into shapes and forms
that seemed right, but unnatural,
it inched its way upon me. Slow
and subtle, like winter, it made
its way into my marrow until one
day I looked down and I was but
a frozen ice sculpture, immovable
with fear.

I never thought myself a coward,
but cowardice has become the way.

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