Amor Fati Kameron Goulding

Dissection of a Veteran Eric Bos ___________________________________

While I walk my well-worn way, I mend my many fears, and I nurse my new anxieties, staggering through this vale of tears.

My trials and my heartache quite kindly I caress, and were despair to join me it should cause me no duress.

I tend to my tenacious thoughts of self-deprecation, and for every break and bruise of soul I proclaim appreciation

I flatter all my failures and I shelter all my shame. I flirt with every fear I have, and my nightmares take my name.

Life’s moments that are pure and kind, are few and far between. The world may prove a vale of tears, but our tears wash us clean.