Strike First
The Intruder is here,
Dawn breaks.
I strike first!
Fast and true.
It reflects then screams.
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I hit high then low,
But I am met blow for blow.
Hand to hand combat,
The hours’ flow.
The sun recedes, the sky turns mean.
~
We move,
Figures in the dark.
Dancing wildly,
Until I plummet.
Into the abyss.
~
I wake at dawn.
The Intruder is here,
I struggle but strike first!
Fast and true.
Pain reflects then screams…
~
k.Lynel
Love this!
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Thank so much Laura!
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Great poem.
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Awe. Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome Kim.
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Wow! This is wonderful and ‘spot on’ with how I feel with my chronic illnesses when they strike hard. So loved this. Thank you!
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Yes! The intruder… fight all day and night! Thank you!
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Moody Monday, indeed! Powerful pain intruder! Don’t stop fighting!
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Never, ever. 😊
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Kim, you are a warrior! Mona
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😊💜
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Fabulous poem. Powerful words.
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Thank you so much! I get so nervous when I post my pieces. Still. 😊
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A never-ending fight.
A very painful poem.
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Sincere thanks, Bo.
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