A force is within you
That makes fallen flowers
Decide to blossom into
Sweet smelling sachets
Holding pins that prickle
The bees. What is this force?

The righteous urge to fight
The dogmatism of
Darkness. Vitality?
Even when your vitals
Want to stop and you're
Left, stuck. You use this force.

A force is within you
That makes the lame learn to
Walk on their own two feet
So tenderized by the
Cruel darkness that is sure
Perhaps, you are this force.

The End

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