Saul’s Armor
I have hurts that have festered
Because of the weight I have worn
To protect myself better
But it has put pressure
On the wounds
Instead of reviving breath
Giving room
It’s nestled in wombs of creativity
Released through the main giving we
Refrain melodies
In membranes of willing speech
With ten-gauge talking
Our walking is fulfilling feats
Amidst the stalking from the Giving Seat
Grace and mercy – naries
Come to bring a hearse to the tarry
And a merk to the fairy tales I tell myself
To take on the next endeavor
That may enable me
To be better
I’m already
Weather – proof
Wired to face
Whatever may choose
To arrive
On that stage
That’s waged
So I choose
A new
Dawn
To take on
What comes
I take it like breath
And run.
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