Overcome

Blood drips from the end of my sword,
down the blade
onto my clenched fingers
as I raise my arm
and glare victoriously
out across the silent valley.
Finally, silence!

Only Death weeps.
It has lost the battle.
I grin, throw my head back
and laugh.
I laugh long and hard
until the Shadows slink shamefully away.
After the retreating forms I shout,
"Take that, bastards!"
And I laugh some more, relieved.
Relieved that I am stronger than I expected.
Relieved that the Enemy is more of a coward than I,
that the battle is over,
for now,
and I feel the sun breaking through the clouds

1 Jn 4:4 and Jn 16:33

Comments

alexis. said…
The last enemy to be defeated is death! 1 Cor. 15.26

beautiful poem. beautiful reminder.
Kate said…
HUGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

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