The SwordA Poem by hannahspelledbackwards"The wicked draw their swords and string their bows to kill the poor and oppressed, to slaughter those who do right. But their swords will stab their own hearts, and their bows will be broken. ""In these bodies we will live; in these bodies we will die. Where you invest your love, you invest your life." -Mumford & Sons A hardened heart so deeply wounded
A broken vow once promised to love Walls built to cover the bruises Beaten in the corners of her heart: You won. The joyful song once echoing in tune The powerful smile so lovely and true In glorious shades as bright as the sun Now dull and fragile, never again sharp: You won. The blood in her eyes, The water in her heart, The smiles once above, The end of the start: You won. A burden not one can bear, Such heavy words not shared A strong heart now torn down, How can you look at her now? You won. Realization has overcome the fear Life isn't the way it seems to appear The game can't survive without a challenge The Conqueror wipes away her tears. The bloodied sword she takes from the ground, Dusts herself up, glances around Only to smile at the one who knocked her down. And with the sword she does not fight No, she stabbed it in the ground with all her might And with her dignity she walks away Knowing her fight was not lost, she won today. © 2011 hannahspelledbackwardsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorhannahspelledbackwardsSydney, AustraliaAboutI'm Hannah, a 23 year old who loves art, animals, people, traveling and nature. I write poetry, songs, and stories. I write books but for some reason I never finish them. I can't write a poem unless I.. more..Writing
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