The Indomitable Greens


Sometimes; I detest who I have come to be...
Someone, who appears weak; not strong...
Someone, who is like a hermit crab; crushable with one mighty step...
but yea, if you spent just a fraction; of a fortnight in my shoes...
I think that then; I might amaze you...
and then you would wonder...
However I made it through...
and I would answer most earnestly...
It was because of beautiful; you...
I held your beauty within my visual field; until I could make it real for me...
I held your strength in my heart; until I could roar voraciously...
Even though I appear weak; I am mighty and strong...
I have not given up; and I draw my sword...
yet, I am still; and allow them to feed on me...
For you are my flesh, my bread, my wine; my communion...
and "they" the indomitable "Greens"; cannot get to me.

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