Stabbing in the back like poking the flame

why are we here

Your stabbing me in the back,
Your poking me in the heart,
Is like a blacksmith forge stoking and poking the fire, glowing embers, heating up the coal.

How many more time, need I learn this lesson.
How many more times, will I feel this pain of poking and stoking?
To cause me to burn and shine even brighter still?
Sufficient am I not with tender flame oh universe? Doth thou serveth me my deepest request from the womb?

Still unbeknownst to me, from under me and even in plain sight she cometh to steal and hustle!

Oh crafty females of the species, teach me thy beguiling ways, oh that I too can hustle and bustle in the ways of this fallen broken world?!

Naive I no longer be, I see!
With every poking,
I shine brighter still.

Buyer beware!
Offences come, it is written woe to whom through thence they cometh.

Your stabbing me in the back,
Your poking me in the heart,
Is like a blacksmith forge stoking and poking the fire, glowing embers, heating up the coal.

© Lara Rose 07/08/18

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