It’s slowly fading away The voice I grew to stand up and say Stop, you can’t do that But it’s a boomerang and it hit me back As I laid out my ammunition To absolve me from my condition But the weather rained bullets from the sky And I realized I’m afraid to die To stand out in the water Like the lowly daughter Of the Son But now and then all things are One And I zing with zest Living my life being the best Of all I can be Why do nobody see But that is not my claim To lay upon my name A steady sigh Can I look fate in the eye And accept the cards have been dealt And that the scar from the welt Will grow into a beautiful prize A mark of forever in my own eyes
I love this poem… especially that last line
“A mark of forever in my own eyes”
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