Impaling Blade

I am pierced with a blade
Right down to the heart
The point points out my back
I know, it’s all rather dark

It can come out of nowhere
These feelings of low
It can’t be bargained or reasoned with
Despite all that I know

So, I roll with the punches
Rise up stronger when I fall
Use what the enemy meant for harm
To prepare me for my call

So, yes, the blade impales
And, yes, it is very sore
But after I finish writing this poem
It will not stay in for long



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