When the dreaded foe resurfaced
My heart crashed against the ribs
Knocking me down.
But soon I picked myself up
And the ground steadied beneath me,
And I faced the foe.
The apparition which had petrified me
Was now but a shadow of what he was
The first time
He’d been demystified.
His cards were exposed
And my reserves I’d discovered.
I mocked him.
You can kill only me
You can’t touch my spirit
7 comments:
Excellent. I loved your final lines- they are so true- No one has the power over our spirit- that one thing gives us such strength!
nice
i saw this poem only now, madam. you have demystified it.
OH Wow!!
Lovely expressions!
Especially the last lines...!
:)
Absolutely Nice...! Its after a long time, I am peeping into a blog from Trivandrum.
fabulous.. those lines echo of a strong will..
Yes....you can't touch my spirit
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