Ode to Soul
I have learned to fall in love with the beauty of words.
Saturday, May 16, 2020
The Crucible
Down in the crucible
are spiked clubs,
pointed spears,
strong chains,
and sharp swords
but the fear strikes
when in the distance
I see, in the reflection
of bloodied waters,
my own eyes
staring back at me.
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