Tears of a poet

I am as hard as a sickle 

And the hammer that hits through,

Yet I am so tearful; yet this poetic therapy is the clue.

You learn to move forward 

You do what is right,

Yet sometimes you are misunderstood, and what does that lead onto? Yes, A fight…

My tears show sadness 

But God is there

My exercise contains me

My prayers to the Father retains me.

I wipe my tears 

I am so fragile within,

Despite how strong I physically am

I know praying to the Father is my nuts and bolts

As he will take away sadness, through any delicate jolts.

Jason

6th June 2022