Sharon’s Note: So I wrote this on a dare from my husband. I haven’t written poetry since high school, so if it’s bad, blame him. Warning: Potentially emo poetry.
She couldn’t get up
when the world made her fall,
so she got to her knees
and started to crawl.
Pain shook its head
with a pitying frown
“It would be so much easier
if you’d just stay down.”
“No one would blame you
if you were to stay.
If they were you, they’d
take the easier way.”
“I would blame me,”
She growled to her Pain.
“Because this is my court,
and you do not reign.”
“I’ll not bow my head
to something I feel.
It’s me that you serve,
and to me that you’ll kneel.”
“Many submit,
if they feel they can’t win.
If you were to fight,
where would you begin?”
Wiping the blood
with the back of her hand,
she fought to her feet
and made herself stand.
With tears in her eyes
she braced with her heart,
And declared to her Pain,
“So here’s where we start.”
Gray Matters: The Works of Sharon and James Gray 