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// Shimmering Solitude 
// Story: Premiere of Pony Poetry: an Amateur Anthology 
// by The Bromeister 
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My strength is born from my solitude,
Solidarity to myself and independent from all. 
All my trials and tribulations learned 
By my own hands. Tasked from within
And received from none, the challenges 
I've faced, crafted my castle.
My army of skills, founded by failures, 
Secures my station and bolsters my body.

Lessons learned by struggle and strife 
Are sharper than any adversary's sword. 
The dexterity to dodge danger
Cultivated from multiples of mis-steps.
Mistakes that have misaligned me from my 
Course now serve as milestones and markers
Should I ever become lost or wayward. 
The shining star of my triumphs against 
Adversity, Shimmers in the sky amongst giants. 
I would consider myself fortunate to be 
Counted among them. When calamity strikes, 
I am not cast out into the tumultuous tide of 
Indecision and doubt. I instead am a steadfast
Station for others to moor themselves against. 

My independence must not be mistaken as
Indifference, for even a solitary soldier as 
Myself still craves for kinship and companions.
A contradiction of conviction, to be an army of
One yet want for friends to company keep. 
Hypocritical, having survived singular. 
However, it is not unnatural as relationships
Can be richly rewarding in their course. 
I do not dismiss or deride the value of 
Brotherly bonds or the sorority of sisters 
Nor the stability of the foundation of family.
For not all that is gold will glitter. 
It may be that my next lesson will be in the 
Strength that also lay with found family.