Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

‘What god has chosen me’ a first draft poem by S Francis

‘What god has chosen me, tangled her truth’
Among the dark roots that swim in dirt
Where worms await. I fear nothing… no.
Let boasts not replace truth in your mind,
Reader! Know this face once made up
Hides the fractures that allow the light
Escape. Then darkness can continue its
Work. Yet darkness does great work
For at night, the buds close to gather
Strength for the bright day and its shadows
That persist like envy trying to cut down
What is beautiful before it can ever bloom.

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