"You shatter me into silence
Expectations poking out from you like porcupine quills
Like spears used to keep a prisoner submissive and contained.
Words slither from your mouth like a python's creeping
Reaching to suffocate its prey and drown out breath
And, yet, for all your efforts to destroy me
By the breaking, the mean crushing,
I am strong like an oak tree
Weathered and beaten, but solid.
I may be silent for a time
But when I am able
My cry will sweep through to quench the hatred and pride,
That which you use to slash through the weakness, the vulnerability, of others.
There will come a day when you will taste the sting and crushing
Of your own envy and bitterness
And I will pity you with tears
For you heeded not the warnings
You cared not for the oppressed or weary
For that, you are mine to worry about no more
You belong to Redeemer
Your history will dry up and be remembered no more
Eternity will be void of the grief you caused
I will be free of you soon
Until then, you may shatter me like glass
But every piece will shine in glittering light
My slivers will be rays of righteousness
To pierce you to your hardened, malicious soul."
(My Personal Creative Writing: CC)
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