Sickness to Health

Ablaze
Fire
Cold sweat dripping from the brow
Throat
Hoarse
Coarse curse cut deep 

Raspy
Bitter
Divulge every mouthful of distaste
Lick
Pluck
The very thing that defines malice

Deny
Grief
Portrayed a man rundown deep in thought
Called a creep
A blank distain 
Un-fortune crawls behind his dirty feet

Atlas
Map
To somewhere he does not belong
Hope
Belief
A frail thorn releases it's hold 

Weak
Brazed
The very pain leaves the cave
The heart
Growing
Strong strung up on a string
Grasping for life

Hope
Belief
The very soul released from grief.

Reviews

[Miss'LC]

awesome piece man.

[Penlady]

It takes guts to remove a real thorn, take back ones self from whatever affliction and go on with hope and strength of purpose. Bravo!