A Born Stoic

rarely do I fill my cup of sorrow
to overflowing with tears;
nor do I roar at the pain
of loss or the injustices
that litter my path

I was born to face the
darkness from the same
measured self with which
I engage the light -
knowing each is a part
of my journey

to passersby 
it seems indifferent;
to the soul I carry
it is acceptance 

acceptance that I will control 
that which I am able to;
and find strength and wisdom
in the experience of that which I cannot 

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