I march to a beat you cannot hear.
My feet plod along at miles per year.
Reaching destinations,
that your mind has met only in other dimensions.
I march to a beat you cannot hear.
Despite the lashings that sear,
the bottoms of my feet,
This spirit will only end beyond defeat.
I march to a beat you cannot hear.
You may exclude me,
Beat me beyond recognition,
But you cannot thrash me into submission.
My stubbornness answers,
Even the deepest of ulcers.
My skin will heal.
And my spirit reveals.
A deep, angry monster,
that will eat you,
in less than a meal.
You will not defeat me.
You will have to erase me.
I will match your harsh words,
like an angry herd,
and mince your bones.
Yes...excellent. Your anger channeled into something useful to you, for you and only you is the best way to go...as long as you can use it to rise above what led you here and leave it behind for good...
ReplyDeleteYes, I will rise above them as I wipe them from existence.
ReplyDeleteI would say that is the most effective way to do so...and they will never trouble you again.
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