Thin Places

Image by Richard Reid from Pixabay

A door has shut without recourse,
now flung aside I bleed out red
my footing gone, my vision’s fled
unseen by those without remorse.

Each painful breath inflames my heart,
I try to speak but silence mocks
as spastic legs and crooked socks
deny my dreams now torn apart.

For those who see beyond the night,
my worth is found outside this skin
another realm, a place that’s thin
angelic fight with swords of light.

I wrote this poem as part of a poetry assignment. I was only supposed to write one stanza, but it felt incomplete. So I kept going and this is the result. I hope you enjoy it.

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