The Battle

Personal Reflection 1 Minute 
I held breath for you
that your leaden stare
may miss my heart.

A tetchy ally with
heatless fire 
& prickled wrath,
making toad skin
of the battle ground.

Beneath my ribs
a war unseen...
like the cat in 
the grevillea bush

take your tumult
and wield it with 
claws egregious as scythes

Written for Twiglet #255 “Beneath my Ribs”

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

Published

7 thoughts on “The Battle”

  2. Even not knowing your history, it wouldn’t have been difficult to work out what this powerful and very personal poem is all about. Maybe one of the few upsides to your illness is that it has given you the insight and the strength to write some amazing, mesmerizing poetry.

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