Hold my tongue from me,
For I will not in the face of my enemy.
Take my hand for your own,
Before it is given to another as a loan.
Have my heart while it bleeds,
Before I take an arrow to the knee.
Be the rock He placed in my life,
For sand will fail in the wind of strife.
Self control is where I am weak,
But do not allow me to be meek
Where I am needed to speak.
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Author:
Kebiin (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a simple verse poem that I hashed out in the middle of one of my classes, it speaks of how I am not perfect and nor will I ever be. The poem itself explains my imperfection in dim detail, but it also explains my standards which I have only had just recently, maybe I'll come up with a creative way to write about that if I haven't already. Enjoy!
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Comments1
The force is strong with this one. Sorry been watching Star Wars. Great write
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