Is there a soft spot
in your mind?
That thought you avoid
Because it makes you
feel
Something gentle
Or
kind?
How could it be bad
To feel soft?
Feel held?
It's not.
Until
You let it rule
Infiltrate.
Yes.
You
are
my
Reminder.
The gentle Rose's
thorn
that keeps me
Limping on.
My reminder
To watch,
to pray
Because enemy fire
Sometimes smells
Like scented
candle's
flame
The
wool
over
my eyes
Is silky...
The battle cry
Harmonious— siren song.
My armor
falls
like
A nightgown
Around my feet
And I don't feel
Defeated
On my knees
I'm being stabbed
softly
Quietly
Gently drowned
By m e m o r y
I hear God calling... finding me
I'm naked. Bleeding.
A nod.
"I see."
He picks me up and tends my wounds.
"My little lamb..."
He holds me close.
"Astray so soon."
About the Creator
Mezmur
Between modern psalms you'll find glimpses of my messy mind trying to make sense of the world through poetry. https://dsfwrites.carrd.co
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