No Lack

I have been to the
Edge and back
And I have tales to tell
Of life and face, the
Kiss of death, of the kind
Hand and the harm, of the
Wearing being worn down, of
A dying sun and a
Hollow moon, of a tentative
Dawn still rising.  But I stand
Firm-footed, surviving, looking
Back and know
When the moment came -
And I saw -
I held no lack.

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