A Smith none the less
A Smith none the less
Driven to success
Hired into life
Stung with blisters
Beaten at every corner
Words cannot suffice
Pain that drives one
Life is a gateway
Through many doors
Lit in red and white
Crawling with things
Seen or unnoticed
They come upon you
Hacking and whacking
Again, till you say
“Let me rest”
Give in they wish
Ask for mercy
Do not speak of this
For you are strong
Family of all
Forged in fire
With your own desires
Challenge your demons
Be brave, swift, smart
For you are a smith, none the less
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Bazzaro127
Hello! I'm 19 years old. I've grown a lot since a year an a half ago. I still write lots of poems just don't have much time to post them. Its over 600 but who needs count, art isn't limited by number but heart-filled effort lol. I pray everyone is doing well, thank you for those who have read my craft, liked it, commented and took time out of their day to view it. Currently I speak mainly two languages English and spanish while learning french. I'm keeping busy, GOD bless everyone and have a dazzling day. Oh that's me and my mom too in the pic if it even loads haha, feeling fresh;).
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