The Will to Begin Again

What forms in mist divides the soul
A shining steel to slave the waves
Like a sculptor turns clay to pot
And how medicine heals and saves

Becoming that which was once more
A moral compass now reforged
Sights define the ideals of yore
Bearing down on demons engorged

In patience we find discipline
In practice, will to learn again
For the balance and strength within,
For in this moment lives begin

A sword, a shield and wisdom held
For truths to which I am compelled

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