Weakest One
By Tressa Sanders
My heart slowly sounds its lullaby
Ever so slowly now…
Weakened from struggle
Futility…
Its strength diminishing
Its fight lost
I hardly notice you towering above me
Chest swelling with pride
Hands dripping with my life
Knowing victory
I am the weaker one
You think…
Yet I am not the one whose heart is so cold and barren of good that the mechanism which makes it beat fierce as fire is an enigma to nature
I am not the one who cannot bare the warmth of another
I am slipping from the comfort of the earth
Returning to the energy of origination
My shallow breaths echoing in my ears…the last sounds I will ever hear
But I am not the weaker one
You will die alone by your own hands when your heart can get no colder and your hands no bloodier.
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