
Affliction

what shapes this
soul wounded
whether internal
tormenting storms
chemically bounded
socially nurtured
whether external
via circumstance
of bereavement’s
scar upon the heart
at times
in shadow’s wake
I bemoan, fidget
hoping it’ll soon pass
at times
sword I clasp
outstretched against
menacing clouds
at times
strengthened by
another’s story
I, in quiet, weep
knowing this
a story shared
is pain lessened
is hope garnered
so next time
during the fight
I brandish a shield
galvanized in familiarity
and win…
© 2012 by DC Lessoway
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