Rouse
To rely on self-control
one must be able to refrain
Giving up on what we hold
is the shortest path to break restraints
In time you'll learn
In between heart and stone
Confide
Superficially insecure
but enough to make your body tremble
You deny your lack of trust
to the hand that holds the scalpel
Inside you'll lurk
In between heart and stone
Beacons of ache
Your eyes evince the existence of stress
A brief reflex
of what resides within your chest
Your penitence
conveying sorrow to those unaware
Face your regrets
Let your delusions retrieve what you have lost
Those blessed with sapience
to surpass disgrace
are teeming with fellings
but none shall surface
Rouse yourself!

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