Roses and tulips lined the path
I walked,
when an intruder appeared
with a stone.
I refused,
but
"You will fail without it,"
he insisted.
I believed him
and gave my all.
It bored into my hands;
I endured.
It scarred my face;
I persisted.
Now, it corrodes my soul.
I run to you,
O Lord.
Lead this weary soul
seeking your refuge.
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Author:
Rosita De Rose (
Offline) - Published: July 31st, 2024 06:51
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A poem displaying resolution nicely done
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