The Lion and The Lamb

My stone heart shatters in the presence of your wrath.

My stone heart shatters in the absence of your wrath. 

Your aura is a passive hurricane, silently ripping my once-concrete heart to shreads.

If you could caress a Redwood through a woodchipper...

watch the tremendous giant of the forest diminished to miniscule pieces.

You are the Lamb and 

I am the Lion. 

 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741