I wasn't aware
of my own strength at times
more than I had
when I could barely stand
without much hope
in a world
desolate and bleak
there was I
there I was
all hope nearly gone
no tears left
no comforting hand
I had to go on
even tho
I was kicked all around
from pillar to post
and back again
took everything from me
all that was left
is my firm love and belief
metaphorical bruises
bruises and scars
they'll always heal
but the scars of my soul
they, they'll lead me on
after being trampled down
broken and bruised
will rise again
maybe a little broken and stiff
a little weak
but in my soul
in my soul
I know, that I'm strong
as you, you arm yourself
for a battle and for war
yet turn around
and slowly destroy
the weak, sick
homeless and poor
oh, how mighty you feel
but there'll come a day
when you'll be seen
without your vest
your security and all
on your own feet
you'll stand
alone
wait and see
for the ruler of all
before God
standing
will be man
there before the Creator
you'll answer for all
in his hands
I leave it and let it be...

© PoetReBlossoms

29.04.2024