Strength Poem by Qwerty Poems

You beat me down
Break my bones
Leave me to die
Laugh and point out a pack of starving wolves on the horizon
But I will get up
Or I will drag myself to safety
I will regain my strength
I will not be broken in the midst of the utter physical misery you have relentlessly and mercylessly unleashed upon me
I will lead others to god and happiness
I will use the pain you gave me to become stronger
I will stop at nothing to achieve the things my heart desires
I will even offer you a helping hand if you ask it of me

You deceive many with false promises
You offer a few minutes of pleasure at the cost of a life in agony
You prey on those who are vulnerable
You lead the weak astray

You evil being!
I will search day and night for those who wandered off in the darkness
I will find them and refine them into the strongest of the flock
I will nurture them and give them whatever good things they may seek
I will defend them to my death from those who wish to harm them