Make Me Believe

by Renwick Berchild

It is astonishment only that holds me;
you brandished your weakness, and tried to slay me,
and now you are bent in your knees.

How can you say this is a strength,
when all of it banks upon my kindness?

I am sorry for your torments, I would not wish
these burdens to beset you, nor for you
to help them take root and grow
over all your land.  

Your weakness, no matter the depth
can never rise above the fray.

Only courage can do that, and courage
is never weakness.

Get up and make me believe you are strong,
or I shall stick my finger in your wound
and watch you lie and lie and lie,

screaming of your power like a child, on your knees.

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