Affliction

by DC Lessoway

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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