If only-
you could really see
the journey I’ve had,
to take with me.
Exploring depths you
couldn’t measure;
to sift the ruin
from the treasure.
I broke-
the seal of my
painful chest,
and opened up
my harrowed quest.
The gems-
I held were cracked
and flawed;
but searching on I
found this sword.
This sword-
was struck with
hands of sin;
ones belonging to,
my next of kin!
Gentle-
with time I
nurtured its blade;
cleansed the stains
from wounds you’d made!
This process-
took time and,
cut me deep.
But now this sword
is mine to keep.
The scars-
I bear may never
show, but in my heart;
your shame will glow.
Now!
that this sword
of your sin; is mine,
I’ll slice the memories
over time.
This sword-
is my strength,
forever more.
I’ve cut the diamond-
from your
flaw!
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Author:
Poetic25 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2018 15:56
- Comment from author about the poem: passed times
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good imaging - I liked!
thank you Lorna for reading and your nice comments
Michael 🙂
I LOVE this!!!
Thank you Dallmandaisies for reading and your lovely comment
Michael 🙂
really love this ! 🙂 the idea of you hurt and pain being like broken gems in a chest. the sword is your way to cleanse the stains.. it is your weapon of strength , your way to conquer and heal .. enjoyed reading this ... another briilliant piece of writing from you , i love reading your work
Thank you yellowrose
That's a really nice compliment, and very much appreciated. Yes it certainly is about ones 'inner strengths' and seeking out what lays beneath 🙂
Thank you again
Michael 🙂
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