YOUR WORDS.
SHARP AS NEEDLES LACED WITH VENOM
PIERCING MY SOUL BUT I DO NOT BLEED
YOUR FIST
LETHAL AS A WARHAMMER
BUT I AM A WILLOW
I BEND TO YOUR WILL BUT DO NOT BREAK
TOMORROW I WILL RISE LIKE A PHOENIX
AND MY BROKEN WINGS WILL FLY AWAY FROM YOU
AND I WILL BE FREE
Thank you very much x
Yvonne,
I can only surmise what lies behind these words but it is a poem of considerable merit. Thank you.
Keith
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Big Sal
Mon 17th Sep 2018 14:52
Lovely imagery.?