Christopher Delegans Poet Spoken Word

Double Edged

I used to think my strength was simple
I bend
I shift
I move
I read the room like scripture
Rewriting myself to fit it
That was my edge
My armor
My adaptation instinct sharpened to a blade

Strength gets sneaky
When you stop watching it
It grows roots
It grows rules
It grows into the only shape you remember

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sara Etgen-Baker May 25, 2026 at 4:38 PM agree...it grows rules Christopher Delegans June 1, 2026 at 10:12 PM Thanks, Sara.

Ilene Bauer May 25, 2026 at 11:46 AM Christopher - this does what a great poem should do - makes you stop and think. Well done! Christopher Delegans June 1, 2026 at 10:11 PM I am very grateful for such a nice compliment. Thank you, Ilene.

Alison A Smith May 24, 2026 at 10:22 PM My favourite lines here "I read the room like scripture Rewriting myself to fit it" Fits me to a tee. I enjoyed the feel of this poem. Alison Christopher Delegans June 1, 2026 at 10:11 PM Thanks for the encouragement, Alison.