Stoicism and Sunsets: Insomnia and Growth

My stoicism sets like the sun
a thin wall
a changing of the guard occurs
when the moon rises up

All stability crumbles
beneath her gaze
within these woods
a man I became

My composure
it waxes and wanes
built up and destroyed
again and again

Broken, calloused and cracked
so much time I've spent
filling the void with concrete truths
only to have new light seep in

This is the cycle I cursed in my youth
This is the cycle I still sometimes do
this is the cycle that made me who I am
this is the cycle that brought me to you