Small speck of determination

To retain that small measure
of what is human
I give over to pain.
I let it mock me,
let it gaze with cheerful leering,
into the hopelessness
of my outer soul.

I let it feel victorious
and complacent.
For there is more to a soul
than what lies on the surface.
There is fire waiting to be stoked.

There is more inside me
waiting patiently,
for my moment to come,
so I may break free and soar
with nary a look back,
at pains astonished face.


Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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