For those of you
That granulates in the grind
I give you the vertebra
From my contorted spine
A backbone on which to survive
If you falter
On the fringes of frailty
Take my callused gut
And rejuvenate the fidelity
Holding steadfast against the 9 to 5
While others were at church
Playing the Sunday Saint
I was ruggedly hard at work
Fighting for the futile and faint
My own halo and wings did I craft
I gave until there was nothing
For now, I shall give what’s left
On this Monday morning it brings
Raging vitality from the catalyst of death
Bestowing the will to persevere
For the beaten, bludgeoned, and bruised
I relinquish my weathered husk
Sheltering the wrongfully abused
As the rest of me turns to dust
Inhale deeply and have no fear
This Monday mourning shall come and pass
Author notes
I'm sorry if this is not exactly what you are looking for, but this is how I inspirate...if that even be a word. lol. I sincerely do hope your friend gets better.
A contest entry
- Pic Inspired by Tattboyspet.
475 points, ended April 29, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Please Give Me Good Get Well Poems. by Tqop.
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thanks for entering Andy. I liked the title Monday Mourning. Very inspiring. I thank you so, so, much for entering.
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Unusual, I'm really intrigued by this. A poignant tone and an out of the box message for all. Best wishes in the comp!
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Always go with your gut
Enjoyed this one ... despite it's length!
lol!
It's sad and it's on the edge of the box, so well done!
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