Humility

Taken captive
A dark hood
Roughly forced
Over my head
I’m transported
To a dark 
And isolated place

Humility 
Is thrust upon me
Quietness 
And seclusion
Often sought
Yet their presence
Not chosen
Feels harsh
And cold

I am aware
It is the same place
The same destination
Of two journeys
It is the violence
Of the events
That craters my soul
Instead of lifting it

Or maybe
It’s how I choose
To focus on the path
And not the place
Humility’s power
It seems
Is in my choosing

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