Sword of My Soul
daggered in fear i shall never be
for living by the sword rescued me
living inside a blanket of silk,
not knowing what it feels like
to bleed without scars;
the kind that never fade,
yet
are
beautiful anyways
a life lived with a sword in hand
can never be free from blindness-
there’s a threshold leading to a
place that feeds off temptation,
a revelation-
weapons bring hate,
so why use a gun;
it’s never too late
harmony has won
i never knew how sharp life
could be-
never saw what was right in
front of my third eye
(the one that sees everything)
i shall live without a blade to cut,
exist without glaive of pain,
for i shall know what it feels like to
finally find peace…
the kind that soothes a soul until it is soft again
12.10.19
If You Live By the Sword, Then You Die By the Sword
Silent One
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2019
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