Sunday, August 28, 2016

the blade

do not mistake me,
for that child
that woman

do not see me
as the one who turns away
who runs
who hides.


do not mistake me.

rather know me 
the one who cries out
falls, broken
to the loving earth

i am a light in darkness
a wall against the floods
the last battalion
a strong maple

do not mistake me
for one who turns away

when the blade comes
cutting air and sound

do not mistake me
for who will flinch

know rather:
i stand until i fall
and fall where i have stood

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