The Strength of the Weak

Fox Kerry
Fox Kerry
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read

The fight ain’t pretty, the fight goes long, the fight comes even to the small.

It goes past the city, it goes past the strong, and invades the quiets of us all.

It falters not to quiver the gentle, it regrets it not when babes die.

The fight hits the spirit and rattles the mental, and it looks, with a strength, in each eye.

It asks at the moment, “are you real or just wind?”, it asks like a song that just won’t hush.

It minds not a smidgeon if never you mend, and nothing, not death, makes it blush.

So. . . . replenish your heart chest, do exhale there your murmurs, go recatch your breath when a lull comes.

For on clamors that war chest, so endless its learners, and to slam back its tilt needs your fulcrums.

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

Fox Kerry

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Fox Kerry

If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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