I woke today,
my heel bruised and aching.
I think I have finally
stomped you out for good.
I'm not angry for my lot.
I'm not going to resent the price
my Mother paid.
The sacrifice she made
I understand now.
You don't visit my dreams anymore.
Is it because, like Him, you are here
Always?
I know Whom I choose
and my heels will be bruised
For the crushing of you.
artwork: "Eve" - Levy Dhurmer - 1896
I think I have finally
stomped you out for good.
I'm not angry for my lot.
I'm not going to resent the price
my Mother paid.
The sacrifice she made
I understand now.
You don't visit my dreams anymore.
Is it because, like Him, you are here
Always?
I know Whom I choose
and my heels will be bruised
For the crushing of you.
artwork: "Eve" - Levy Dhurmer - 1896
2 comments:
Love it! Thank you.
amazing poem...amazing. xox
the art is beautiful as well.
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