a naked boy came alone
to lonely land
ahead of his sight
a daunting, vast white
he pauses, stares
afraid, curious
‘the cold is my God’
to himself he thought
‘I will walk through the fear
like I have done, many,
many times’
innocence then leaks
from his eyes
no trace of corruption left
in his mind
he is the boy
who unlearns
the world
to build wholly
his own

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Poem inspired by conversation with a good friend Rick. Thank you for being an example for high pain tolerance and constant self work to break down and break through the ego.