Week 30; A Poem a Day

7/27/16 & 7/28/16

Twinge of living
Spears of radiation
Devoutly piercing
The faithful, humble
The fulcrums
Of movement
And revolutions
No greatness
No saintliness
Without the thorn
Without the struggle
Every knee will bend
Every spine made low
To know the rapture
You must feel the sting
Where bone meets bone

The blade
That punctured
Your mother’s heart
Is the same razor edge
Slicing open your cage
Making you vulnerable
To infinite strength



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