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
Impaling Blade


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