THE OTHER SIDE OF FIRE AND ICE

Ice.
Fire.
Plagues you had
to steer right through. . .

An albatross
that brought
a switching, inconsistent fate:
first sun,
then snow
it sent right down,
welcome one day
but cursed the next,
once each had lingered
over long.

Its weight on you,
a dead millstone
hung heavy
’round the very neck of you,
which brought you woe
and fright,
according to
who knows whose pleasure.

But, in the end,
the total sum of these hard trials
carved a path wrought just for you
so you would live to tell the tale,
an act for which
the world grew better.

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