Bended BoneA Poem by Jacob Nimblesubtitled MicrofracturesFight me now that we may both grow strong disharmony builds necessity is the mother of invention in peace we can best use what we have learned for better goals but without the stress of battle, there is complacency if I pick the wrong enemies then I will construct the wrong tools and if I pick too weak of enemies there will be no real challenge and so, I pick the two foes who match me best one who is me, from a mirrored edge and myself because a mirror changes the perspective and the view but it does not see and so, cannot reflect good or evil perhaps one day I will have a third opponent who challenges me enough to build me and harmonizes enough that I can use the tools they teach perhaps perhaps not.© 2016 Jacob Nimble |
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Added on July 25, 2016 Last Updated on July 25, 2016 AuthorJacob NimbleORAboutSend me a message about what kind of poem you'd like to see next. Use as many or as few words as you like. I'll do what I can. more..Writing
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