Fragile
like porcelain,
like a porcelain cup
falling.
Shatters. My
heart -
this cup,
a vessel, it seems, for
pain.
"live with conviction despite persecution"
how much then must I endure?
I see a sea of hissing snakes,
The sound that issues forth from them
is to my ears a cursed roar like
the thunderous breakers.
The sound -
their insults,
like the sea: vast, constant, powerful,
loud.
I do not listen,
but have I not ears?
Yes.
I do.
And so I hear
Every painful, piercing, spear -
their tongues flick my way.
Why do they spurn my proud heart so?
Should it not be a vessel of joy, of giving,
of love? Not a vessel of
pain.
This light that once did
burn
bright
is dampened
by their malevolent
web of words.
Yet will I not
sink
to
their
level.
Rather I will soar.
"Eagles do not catch flies".
They are not the glue
that holds my pieces
together.
I am what holds me together.
I have the strength, the power to
shine through.
My flame shall burn bright,
shall incinerate
what they have woven.
For I have
Faith
And Faith
is
the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
I
Will
Soar
above snake,
above fly!
