Tripped into a murky mess
Brought down, face down
Nearly drown;
Sinking in the Swamp.
Inhaling the sludge of Fear
Coughing, choking, heaving Fear.
Push, push up;
Elbows, now hands,
Knees, now feet;
The courage to stand,
And not bow,
In Fearswamp,
Is the difference.
6 comments:
Good poem... did you write it?
Yes. This is what I did in church last night.
AAAAWWWMMMMM!!!! I'm telling your pastor!
Great poem. I like it alot.
AAAAWWWMMMMM!!!! I'm telling your pastor!
Yes. This is what I did in church last night.
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