I bang the drum just with my thumb
Till the knuckles gone numb,
Both the drum skin and mine hurting
And better for it.
Safety never inspired
Any marching orders,
Calm seas never filled
Any sails,
And the pursuit of safety
Never protected the innocent.
Denatured eggs turn white with heat
And in turn give me strength.
Ironic that to spread some hope
I need to scratch out my doubt,
Burn away with love something
Terrible but naturally part of me.
Ironic not like the boss cracking jokes
While firing you,
Ironic like a vaccination scar
That resilience should be marked by harm.
Fight your nature,
Fight the cancer that makes
You cower in the night
And walk past the hungry.
Wrestle and arrest
The thoughts that push you
To hurt just out of curiosity,
Like thieves lacking nothing
Only doing it for sport.
Don’t be so alarmed when good news
Threatens your way of life
It only seeks to remind you
It’s always been a way of death.
– Vagabond Prophet
– Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “denatured.” It’s always a joy.
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