Sunday, June 16, 2013

After all my troubles I like to think
that deep inside me is a core of faith,
a lovely shining thing, rock hard, upright,
gleaming from the polish of many a dark aching night.
But what I feel there instead is a shaft of pain,
a stabbing standing spear that pierces me again.
I refuse to avoid it as I continue to seek
beneath pain, sorrow, darkness, when I'm not too weak.

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