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[tab id=1]They take my shiny shoes and jewels.
They spit, call me a naked mule.
Their smiles are wide,
But I have, I hide
What makes me laugh, “They’re the true fools!”
What’s most precious they cannot take.
The strongest shield no one can break.
My beautiful thoughts,
My very own spot!
Makes me alive, makes me awake![/tab]
[tab id=2]This poet found great revelation and a poem in the words of Viktor Frankl’s “Man’s Search For Meaning”: “Sensitive people who were used to a rich intellectual life may have suffered much pain [. . .], but the damage to their inner selves was less. They were able to retreat from their terrible surroundings to a life of inner riches and spiritual freedom.”
Too little does the poet not recognize the importance of his thoughts and too much he worries of material loss and physical pain. This poem acts as a thank you to Dr. Frankl and the realization given.[/tab]