My might it is not
like you have got.
Our forces fought
in chaos so fraught.
To try stand tall it
is just me teeth grit,
behind chapped lip,
my words but quip.
You were essential,
I strike with pencil,
if need erase insult,
if rancor my result.
Forgive me I’ll fight
with all of my might
for what I feel right
to bring truth light.
Words not seasoned
you brought reason,
in a bitter fed season,
your ways ease them.
I search for the gift,
possessed you shift,
to words that uplift
so to heal every rift.
I follow paths same,
now just me in rain.
Stream of light came
in rays of your name.
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