Two Echoes

At the fringe of dawn,
stranded on a dark road,
I cried out, "Who am I?"
Two faint echoes answered:
"You are warrior--brave and strong."
"You are protector--observant and quick."
And I found my way home.

On the precipice of noon,
trapped by my insecurities,
I cried out, "Who am I?"
Two slight echoes answered:
"You are teacher--wise and calm."
"You are confidante--honorable and quiet."
And I smiled.

At the brink of midnight,
teetering on the cliff's edge,
I called out, "Who am I?"
Two strong echoes answered:
"You are mother--committed and unyielding."
"You are mother--clothed in righteousness."
And I rested.

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