I would meet…
Upright, armed, encased in armour
I strode out -
though with chain-mail forged of shame and
fearful doubt.
I would cast aside my weapons,
sword and shield.
All the outer hostile husk that
kept me chilled.
I have seen the dry seeds at long
last unfurl.
I have seen the light-green leaves as
they uncurl.
Tender life has force with which no
iron contends,
surfacing from earth’s deep heart with
no defence.
Where I froze in winter wastes dawn
springs afresh.
I would meet life’s mighty forces
weaponless.
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