I broke your heart,
Broke mine too
But in the moment, I made a move
And even with my best intent
I pray we make it through
Crushing spirit,
Silencing voice,
You took a stand, I took your choice
And if I’m to decide for you and me,
let Love be my only rejoice
Because it’s not my place
To lord over you,
An upper hand to bruise or subdue
But rather to serve, to be great and least
And crawl toward what is True
Two things I know
From morning’s fight
That it’s hard for us both to find what’s right
But furthermore, and of this I’m sure,
You are precious in my sight.
*Note: the line referencing bruising is an affirmation that it is not my place to abuse my strength, not a description of an actual occurrence.
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1 comments:
I think everyone must be scared to comment on this one ;) It's a great poem. I imagine you reading it aloud in a dimmly lit coffee shop, and when the poem ends and they bring up the lights everyone is caught wiping the tears from their eyes. And then Ethan comes in with a nerf gun and starts pelting the audience. .... or maybe it should just get published one day in a book. Thanks for sharing :)
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