Today I decided to make a life decision.
I will not hand over the reins of my soul to the wicked.
Because calmness, as the Stoics say,
brings peace to the soul and fear
crush.
The reins of my soul must only be held,
those who are sensitive and listen to the
pain.
The reins of my soul must be held by hands,
that embrace the wounds and leave the
stab.
The reins of my soul are in my control,
The hands of others do not control the Temple
my.
I want my soul to have a leading role.
and not just be an extra who timidly
follows.
The reins of my soul are held by childish hands,
soft and innocent hands that seek love.
Childish and pure hands, that smell of mint
Hands that those who cross, sow Erebus
in the world.
I want love to hold the reins of my soul.
and not gluttony, anger and deceit.
May sobriety hold the reins of my soul.
wisdom, kindness and peace of mind.
And if one day unrest comes to my soul again,
I breathe, I give it time until it disappears.
I find my inner center
that hides the light within itself,
And the holy Temple begins to shine again.
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