Iron Sharpens Iron

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I prayed in my perplexity.

There stood a woman, blessed with beauty
a slave to her integrity.

My complexity shook her for a moment.
I watched a tear roll down her cheek.
We spoke of why I act.

Now it's my thoughts I speak.

Iron sharpens iron. Now for them I can
stand strong.

The synthesis of her and slog, I take my
stand where I belong.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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