Poetry

If I Had A Hammer

BAM … I am pulled from the fire
BAM … The surface of my being is shattered
BAM … I feel the meshing of known into the unknown
BAM … The non-essential falls away
BAM … The blood rushes to the surface
BAM … I scream in surprise and rage
BAM … My skin mixes with my bones
BAM … My insides reach for the sun
BAM … She molds me and tears me apart
BAM … All that I am falls into the darkness
BAM … I am yours to temper, yours to change
BAM … I surrender to the shaping
BAM … The edges give way to the core
BAM … Make of me what you will
BAM … Soak me in your waters
BAM … Heal me with your flames
BAM … Brid … I am yours.

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