Metal Poem by Sandra jacks

Just like a breath of life,
when we are born into this world,
we are not spared a life,
of corruption,
of pain,
of suicide,
of loneliness,
of lack of love.

But you see,
i found a way out,
a secret passage way,
into my heart,
more like a way in,
except for the fact that when i found this place,
it felt like an escape.

As i made my great escape,
like a magician,
on the run,
i couldn't help but look behind,
at all the things i'd done.

thinking with my new found mind,
i came to understand,
that God,
is the only sain way of life,
God being at my right hand.

My soul was once a broken piece of metal,
the kind no man can repair,
the kind that takes the heat of the sun,
ten million degrees hitting on this metal,
barely makes a dent,
but because of God,
his flame eternal,
into the fire I have been sent,
my figurative version of metal,
no longer has its dent.