Cruelty

Oh, how you cherish your cruelty

A prize not won, but earned

The hours you wept you feel

Entitle you to make the whole world weep

It is grace that you lack, not ability

You have seen the cruelty and you are adept to being cruel

But your words will fall from your mouth

As a withered dead leaf falls from a tree

Frostbitten by a harsh winter

It is he who can, despite the cold

Bear fruit and fragrant flowers

When it comes time to harvest,

To reap what has been sown

It is he who can attest to the sunshine

That the hours of rain have not dampened him

But have strengthened him so that he may give

And the sweetness of this gift

Are in no other way attained

But, oh how you cherish your cruelty,

A prize not won, but earned.

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Sun

Teach me to be what you are

That makes you beyond reach

That makes you free to leave and free to wander

Teach me how to make myself so high

So unreachable that I may bask in the sun

That only one at my height may feel

I want to feel that sun too

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Mercy

Dearest mercy,

How you flee from me

How petty the ideas I hold dear

I am of little consequence

To an idea of such magnificence

To inspire the words and wonderings

Of generations beyond comprehension

How grueling the march

How slow and heavy with burden

My cares I carryI have forsaken the help

So mercifully offered to me

Mercy, you are my Constance

Your presence or your inability

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