Hammer blow

A poem for those facing troubles with health for yourself or a family member.
God bless

Hammer Blow
Hello, hammer blow, 
  visiting again, iron to my
      glued-together glass. I scoop together
my pieces and look up weakly. It hangs
            overhead in shadow, its cold metal
a brewing storm. My eyes fix 
       on the invisible weight that might fall
       from the doctor’s lips. 
Then I 
     stand up. 
Fall what may, grace 
       shields my glittering soul and
           arms of the Spirit hold my fragility.
I wait in trust.

Creative Commons License
Hammer blow by Briana Batty is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Duncan
    Mar 20, 2017 @ 06:51:28

    Wow. Very powerful. This is a very weighty poem (no pun intended). Great work.


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