Feb 2014
He is powerless
A mere pawn in a greater plan
His struggle is
The path he has chosen to follow but
He is blessed
For out of utter destruction
They will rise
At my command like a Phoenix from the dust
Because I know
That is what makes him weak
So I strike
He has left his guard down too often
But this time
He is prepared to do battle
He has learned
To watch for phantoms in the night
He will not
Let the ones he cares for fall
Not this time
Not ever again
A mere pawn in a greater plan
His struggle is
The path he has chosen to follow but
He is blessed
For out of utter destruction
They will rise
At my command like a Phoenix from the dust
Because I know
That is what makes him weak
So I strike
He has left his guard down too often
But this time
He is prepared to do battle
He has learned
To watch for phantoms in the night
He will not
Let the ones he cares for fall
Not this time
Not ever again
If you haven't read the sister poem to this work, please read "I, The Watchtower" and then read this one again, it'll make more sense. Sometimes horrible struggles are really a furnace to remove the impurities and weaknesses in us. Sometimes they are tests. Tests of perseverance, tests of loyalty, tests of faith. It simply takes a shift in perspective. We don't have the full story.
(Minnesota)
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