Transcendental Sonnet #616:
The Battered But Unbroken
Some ask are we angry? I answer we are
Both of us are angry how could we not be?
Once you have seen hell it can never be far
Away from the senses nor from memory
Each image remains like a branding of flame
And the only comfort for me is your name
Even as I hope my name will be for you
Your fragile shoulders straining beneath the weight
Of a life of torture still your heart beats true
Your broken ribs stab you each breath aches of fate
A deep breath becomes an act of defiance
A penstroke of your hand your touch of a key
Is a noble gesture for this alliance
Of the battered but unbroken: you and me
*~ ( + ) ~*
+Steven Curtis Lance
from Transcendental Sonnets and Other Observations, Copyright MMIV Silke LLC
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