by Morgan Hadassah
I crave peace yet conflict finds me
Adversity tempers my quality
I am dragged from battle to battle
My shine dulled red and left chipped
I long to be reforged into a plow
Tilling the fields instead of felling foes
But right now my blade is double edged
Cutting flesh deeply both ways
I desire to be sheathed for good
Never to be carried from war to war
Left to rest away from the gore
A soul at peace her shine restored
Sometimes I fear my existence is a sword
That simple being brings about strife
My visage steers hate in others hearts
Until families are torn at the seams apart
I sow division where I dare to walk
Drawing hatred to me like the growing dark
I just wish to rest in my lover’s arms
Lies about my existence cause great harm