Living By the Sword
It seems to me that my life has been a war,
since a little girl I have held a warning sword;
all sorts of bullies I have had to endure,
and loneliness has been my sweet reward.
My sword is not a dagger but my words,
and I have learned to make them flow;
I can make my words fly like mighty birds,
and as I write tears come and overflow.
Will life always involve a sword of protection;
and will there always be a war and a rejection?
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December 9, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Living By The Sword
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1206-538-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest,
If You Life By The Sword Then You Die By The Sword,
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
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