A Cripples Brittle Broken Bones (Free verse) by creepshow
A constant battle rages on,
beneath the surface...
Emotions of the vilest sense want to rise,
tired of hearing their bold cries.
I am realizing I am not you,
nor am I capable of doing anything like you.
You gave me this path,
I am approaching the age of reason,
conceptualize, not verbalize, rationalize,
it is all in the name of displacement.
For if I blame it on you,
how can I feel guilty?
Take pride now at the disgusting revelation of who I am,
I look to the skies,
and see my fathers eyes.
Never will I again believe the earths putrid lies.
My soul I thought was weak and brittle,
but I have overcome as strong as iron,
and sharp as a cleaver.
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