Ode To Your Offences
Oh the ways you tried to hinder me!
The spiteful knives you’d throw.
Underestimated.
‘Weak.’
Ignoramus.
How were you to ever know?
I’d gather the knives and shrapnel,
Smoulder.
Gallantly harness molten lava.
Carefully construe a set of hand forged
impenetrable armour.
Train relentlessly for battle.
Endure. Each kick, each swing, each throw
Plunge. Collide. Plummet.
‘Get up!’
Sworn oath; 'one day. They’ll know’
Rest. Recuperate.
Make ready; craft skilled, strategic defences.
Plot. Plan.
Embrace.
Arise.
‘An Ode To Your Offences’
No longer my life sentence.
Phoenix.
I survived the war.
Where is it that you will abashedly flee;
Incubus.
When my quietude brings you solace
No more?
