By Angira Draggon
My words to death
For my whole life I have feared you
Looked for you at every turn
But my thoughts are fiercely changing
As I gaze upon my daughter's urn
You are just fulfilling your purpose
In my heart this I know
But this time you came too early
A stolen opportunity to blossom, to grow
Shamelessly you strode into
My happy, hopeful life
And sliced right through delicate threads
With the blade of your indifferent knife
I cursed your very existence
Damning you to hell
Then dropped to my knees and prayed
That you'd take me as well
But today I stand here defiantly
Holding firm to my place
Your worst you have already done
Everything else I can face
Because now I see your limits
As surely as I know God above
that even though you steal the breath of life
You are puny and powerless against Love
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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3 comments:
Angira this is a very striking poem. Your words are very powerful and you can feel your energy through them. Nicely done. <3
Beautiful!
Thank you.
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