The Monster WithinA Poem by GraceBefore the rival he will meet. Before the shredding with his teeth. Before the roaring he will sound. Before the lamb he will abound.
A little lion weak and small; Who listens for his mother’s call. His innocence has not been torn. His heavy pride has not been worn.
But after youth he will awake, And all his meekness he’ll forsake. From his mother he will flee. His independence then to be.
And from this cold and cunning form Erupts and brings about a storm. The little cub in him will die. The monster in him will arise.
It’s then the rival he will meet. It’s then the shredding with his teeth. It’s then the roaring he can sound. It’s then the lamb he does abound.
And so it is, his pride will stand And all his youth he’ll kill and ban. Why after that will he not seek The innocence he did once keep? © 2015 GraceReviews
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