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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Life's Sap

This is my first poem... ever!

Life's Sap


I grit my teeth,
fearing what is to follow.
I stroke its shiny steel, 
I stare at the knife.
No longer shall you, 
suck my life’s sap.

I run it along, my scared arm, 
Its razor blade, familiar on my skin.
I pushed down hard, 
I winced in pain.
No longer shall you,
suck my life’s sap.

My eyes grow wide, 
it hurt so much, 
I twisted the blade,
hoping for more.
But no longer shall you, 
suck my life’s sap. 

I dropped the blade,
It clattered so loud, 
The sound rang in my ears.
Like a death bell.
But no longer shall you, 
suck my life’s sap.

No more! I scream. 
I covered my arm.
Tears wet my face,
and I stung my eyes.
But no longer shall you, 
suck my life’s sap.

I cried that night,
Wanting it to end.
Then I looked up,
At the starlit sky.
No more shall you, 
Suck my life’s sap.

Hope gleamed in my eye, 
I bent down low, 
To the creator of all, 
Who was there for me.
No longer shall you, 
suck my life’s sap.

I cried out to God,
He heard me too, 
I cried for mercy, 
From this harsh world.
But no longer shall you, 
Suck my life’s sap.

Blood ran down my arm, 
The red trail left scarlet marks.
They covered my arms, 
Like spider webs.
No longer shall you, 
Suck my life’s sap.

I hand lifted my head,
I looked up at my rescuer, 
All I saw was pure light, 
The light of God.
But no longer shall you, 
suck my life’s breath.

I cried out for joy, 
I was loved by somebody.
Tears of joy steamed down my face, 
I am saved.
No longer shall you, 
Suck my life’s sap.

Saved from the darkness of Satan’s hell
Saved from a life of pain and hate.
God lifted my chin, 
In times of need. 
No longer shall you, 
Suck my life’s breath.

I glared at my knife, 
I hurled it away, 
Curse you, I called
And stood up with the Lord.
No long shall you, suck my life’s sap. 

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