The Forging of a Blade
When forging a blade,
A swordsmith would
Place a rod of metal
Into the fire until
It had softened, then
Fold it in on itself,
Over and over,
Each time making
It stronger-
This is how metal
Becomes a sword...
Becomes something
Able to kill.
When I fell in love...
I thought he must be
Breaking my heart,
Over and over-
Until I realized he
Was forging it,
Like a sword;
He folded my love
In on itself,
Each time making
Me stronger-
This is how I
Became his...
Became someone
Able to love him.
Thus by fire, and by love,
We fashion our tools of violence.
Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014
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