The Lamb Inside
The lamb inside our secret depths
retreating back to the womb,
our mother of our world,
our harbor in the stormy sea,
our iron man turned to liquid,
our tears seen by no one,
our cries heard by no one,
our undesired frame of mind
eating at our fortitude,
our paper muscles
blowing in the wind,
our strength losing strength,
every man’s common nemesis;
hence our vulnerability
conjured up,
afraid of the world,
as the waves build up outside,
as the storm grows stronger,
as the waters splash
against our shaky knees,
as they roll into the spirit,
as they settle in the soul,
the backbone of common man,
the lamb outside the womb
that retreats in the face of danger,
our selves that we sometimes are,
our selves hidden by our pride,
our pride overcome by the world.
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