My Crust
The subtle crust slowly encases around my beating heart
Where the layers of scars have formed a dance line
Stepping in time to the angel of deaths tambourine
Beckoning and persuading me to surrender my last breath
But that crust is now my fortress
My last line of defence
So the battle rages intense
As I make sense of my enemies senseless quest for my soul
It is my own destiny to control
Some might say I have hardness of heart
Yet their feet cant fill my shoes
Or bear the scars or constant bruise
Which has enabled my crust to blossom
Into the flower God created me to be.
My Crust his gift to me.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2019
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