It used to be a haiku
full of pain and sadness.
But I broke apart that form,
Tore apart the words,
and rearranged them into shields.
Now, I have a wall of shields
each one a haiku I wrote
about you.
Every sword was forged from each tear
I shed from your bloodied words.
You have created a soldier
Hardened in your spite and anger.
I would tell you not to worry,
But I don't think you ever did.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
It used to be a haiku
full of pain and sadness.
But I broke apart that form,
Tore apart the words,
and rearranged them into shields.
Now, I have a wall of shields
each one a haiku I wrote
about you.
Every sword was forged from each tear
I shed from your bloodied words.
You have created a soldier
Hardened in your spite and anger.
I would tell you not to worry,
But I don't think you ever did.