A Bloody Sword in my Hand

A Bloody Sword in my Hand

A Poem by AshCat

My world, this place that’s all around me,

can sometimes feel so dark and lonely,

yes the absence of light, but still we have

to fight ever upwards to find the light…

From the dark and murky times,

to our place where the sun always shines,

there’s a lot of sweat and tears, and so

many unfaced fears…

I stand with bloody sword in my hand,

 

now that you are finaly gone...


You, of course were my fear,

which held me back for many years,

now I take my place in the sun;

my life has truly begun....

 

I stand with a bloody sword in my hand...

© 2008 AshCat


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