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Writer's Wednesday: A Poem About A Failed Relationship



HE WAS A WORDSMITH

Poem by Anna Maria Terlinden Rogers


He was a wordsmith.

I hold him in a memory.


I am beautifully resilient.

I have always been.

I am blessed by that. 


You were my Achilles' heel,

the wax I built my wings out of as I tried to fly towards the sun,

the shine on those 30 pieces of silver that I betrayed a Messiah for.

You were the chink in my armor, 

the fruit that I wanted to taste just because I wanted knowledge,

the person I would have let cut my hair, allowing you to leave me weak.


I am blessed to have survived. 

I always do.

I am beautifully resilient.


I hold him in a memory.

He was a wordsmith.

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