This Damn ThornA Poem by Chris TaylorThis Damn Thorn a poem by Chris T.
A perfect plan detoured An objective thwarted My strength of foundation chipped Like the salt soaked rain cracks concrete Motivation slowly ebbs
My inner circle begins to notice the weakness in my armour Little places for arrows to find its home A brave face plastered on for the souls around me Few see the real inner struggle Nights of pain and swelling
I pull a thorn, another emerges If I could cut you, I would twist my crysknife deep I would stand against you and take your water But you are unseen You remove little bits of life while I sleep
The crows gather and speak ill of me Their words alight on the branches of half-truths The daily grind is more arduous and cruel Each day a small victory Each moment lived is bone weary
Before this life-war, I gave to so many Where are you; you takers of me Why do you hide in my time of need Why do your words of comfort fall short of my ears Still I am not taken over by hate
Oh thorn, I will not lie down You will have to take from my fist my chosen word I will punch, claw, kick, elbow and finally bite Until my teeth are broken and can find no purchase I will not let you steal what you have not earned
My fingers will pluck your pricks from my flesh Each day, each moment I will place one more step in front of another I will run my race Maybe not to win; but to finish, yes to finish You will never have my treasure And you efforts will be expelled
I will make my muscles rigid to push your pain from my tissue to fall from me forever © 2011 Chris TaylorAuthor's Note
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Added on October 4, 2011Last Updated on October 4, 2011 AuthorChris TaylorSioux Falls, SDAboutI am a writer, poet, musician of 30 years, husband, father and follower of the Most High God. I try to let my writing point the way back to a relationship with Jesus. When I am not writing I am probab.. more..Writing
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