Old ways have passed,
Now come the new.
Thrust upon and pressed into,
The new thing comes into my life,
Like a sword, like a knife.
But my sword clashes
Against yours.
I will rebel.
I will defend.
Your sword will not reach my heart.
My heart of anger,
Heart of fear.
But our blood will mingle,
In the struggle,
And I, knowing, let it stay.
For still we fight another day.
A/N
Just to let you know, this poem, and the next six after this one, are part of a series of poems that I'm writing based on a book. After I'm done writing part seven, which I will label, the poems that follow are not part of the series.
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