Where

Where does one find confidence?
In a jewelry box?
In a book bought from a vendor on e-bay?

Where does one find fearlessness?
In lyrics?
Sung to the tune of notes strummed by a pick on a guitar?
Should I ask Taylor Swift?

Where does one find freedom?
On the frontier of the American West?
In the sound of the pounding hooves of buffalo on a breadth of golden plain in the wilderness?
On a Sunday San Francisco brunch omelette list?

Where does one find solace?
From the gnawing of a dull, unceasing pang? Or two? Or countless?
Where does one find confidence to trust that it’ll heal and go away?
Where does one find confidence that there’s more to this than survival day to day?

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