Courage Poem by james watkin

Courage



Born, in every birth
Of lives sore released;
Dying to be worth
Their spirit's trouble.

By what we know not
Assailed at once;
Crying on the spot,
And world-denouncing,

Mother's hand, first bares
Immediate good.
"Whence comes this that dares
Confront, in my son

For the fiends they are
Of excitations,
That through pangs are known
Of halted knee-cap? "

It is that, jolts us
Blind to destiny
Out of brooding thus:
"No meaning hath life".

Sunday, October 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,soul
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