A poem about wounded faith finding a way to heal and thus inspiring another chance. |
-Thickening- by Keaton Foster Congealing Thy mortal wound Somehow is healing One day, maybe soon It will become a scab And then a noticeable scar A subtle reminder of when Life was at its brink Thickening Healing Thus revealing Another chance Just one Significance undone Mortality left in check God and the devil Neither one is ready yet Be assured That the self-inflicted way In which you tried And failed To impose your presence In the kingdoms of hereafter Has not gone unnoticed Here On the outside looking in I’m quite sure That you’ll pay a price But then again Maybe you already have Your faith has been tested Your strength increased Resistant is no longer a state But rather a willing place You stand for something What exactly, I don’t know I’m not so sure that you do Thickening In constant wonderment Over such an injury healing Replacing death with life Removing any real chance Of what you alone intended Replacing it with a wish No doubt dreamt by another A sacred prayer on your behalf Just in time Before an infection could set in Again you have again been saved From yourself and your own hands But be assured Show limited concern Your god above won’t forget And neither should you Go forward into your life What of it that now remains Move on with a new found idea That you are meant to be here Thickening Mine as well be salvation Such an injury Should have killed you And now The wound is healing just fine Soon a scab will form Leading to a noticeable scar You of course won’t forget Just maybe That was the point All along… Thickening Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |