Carrying on….Posted: September 24, 2011
Future smiles with outstretched arms
Run like a child,seeking warmth
Of its mother’s safe arms.
But in my careless haste,sometimes
I scratch myself on the briers that line my way
I trip,feet bound with lies, I fall
In to snares laid with deceit,
Run a stake or two through the heart, I bleed
I cry, I scream,I curse, my trust
It shatters with the fall,sometimes
I cut myself on the shards,I fear
I may never trust again.
Yet I stand,I gather myself,
I smile through the pain,I walk through the rain.
Battle wounds run deep,they sting,they hurt
But they heal
With time. Yet sometimes,
I think I will die, bleed myself to death and yet
Wounds turn to scabs, scabs turn armor
Valuable stuff these scars, they serve as maps
Of where I have been,of what I have survived
The blood that I’ve shed is the rouge on my lips
The tears that I’ve cried are the pearls around my neck
I wear my kind deeds,they are the garlands in my hair
My perfume is sweet,it is my virtue that I’ve preserved.
I stand tall,I run swift
I run like the wild black mare unleashed,
My limbs ache,I ail sometimes
Yet I battle demons,ward monsters,beware
My wounds become armor,my scars become shields,
My heart survived blows,becomes stronger still
I am what I am,I’ve braved many storms
My faith is strong, I’ve always
Always carried on.