Faith: the wooden sword

This is the result of some dream rising inside after a quarrel with a friend who has importance enough to cause bleeding. At night I dream of a fight and that I am left bleeding at a desert. I woke up and realize I shall wait for more of our friendship. Then in a letter of my dear friend Alison I got the word Wooden sword. So I pen this two minutes ago.

Faith (to the faithful world)

 

Sometimes someone comes just to hurt you deep.

The drops of salt-water conjures in side,

grow into pearls as myth claims and are plucked

by somebody else. Rusts still deep down you

move to pick up a wooden sword and join

the festival of the non-violence.

A mirage of thirst is shimmering and

you are waiting for the cruel one to return.

You have faith enough to endure some more…

 

Reviews

[Drifting Blue]

I thought the author's note was as engaging as the poem. I love when you said it was a friend who has enough importance to cause bleeding. This came from that place, but with the abiding hope that faith provides that says reconciliation is possible Well done sir.

[Wildfleour]

Very interesting my friend. This took you only two minutes? Wow!

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Very clever, this is very deep with emotion of your plight in your friendship. Nicely done, I enjoyed this peice a lot.

Great Write.

[alternative_be]

The poem itself is a wonderful account of your feelings. I love you sense of sentence structure and choice of images as always.
I also like the introduction to the poem. It describes where you are coming from.
However, there are some grammatical mistakes in the introduction, which luckily do not affect the content.
I hope things will get better with your friendship, because nothing is worse than having a worthy friendship broken off by a pointless argument or in some cases, by no argument at all.