Promise Poem by Olga Bergholz
Promise
My foes will be not by my perish consoled -
They won't have a reason to pour the false tears.
The hook, I'm to hang on, still isn't in a board,
It's not even forged, its ore lies in the earth.
I'll stand up above my life's bottomless crater,
Above all its fears and iron-made pines…
I know and remember so much… I'm a fighter.
I'm too of some kind of the horrible price...
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