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Thursday, August 2, 2012

brackish barnacle

by Linda M. Crate

all of my scars are torn open and you threw leeches
into your salted words and they nearly sucked all the
life from my body, but somehow I found the strength
to rip out all the blood sucking monsters you thrust
at me they didn't finish me as you proposed them to
for I have a stronger will than that of any you'd
ever known or will know again; I will not fall at your
feet a wilted flower but as a phoenix burning and I
will rise from my ashes without you and scorch you in the
flames of my success because nothing can keep me from shining
like a star especially not the likes of you, a brackish barnacle.

1 comment:

  1. ...a fine piece...reminded me of the old irish poets (in story alone, perhaps) who, when abused by the powerful (and fool-ish) proved that the word is, truly, more powerful than the sword - a brackish barnacle! May you shine, Poet...