|Spiritual Poetry posted November 9, 2013|
Recovering from pain.
The world stabbed me with a knife,
Using a cane because of a sprain.
Knowing how the weapon took my life--
I will use my brain to end the pain.
The journey will cause a lot of stress.
Seeking a plan in order to take a stand,
But I won't rest until I'm done with my quest,
Traveling on the sand in order to reach the glory land.
Finally settled on my beautiful place,
A ground I desire instead of being on fire.
At a space where I'm in a state of grace,
Now inspired by what I'm supposed to admire.
ABAB Poetry Contest contest entry
keep in mind that this is my first poem in "ABAB" format.Pays one point and 2 member cents.
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