Strong As I Am Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Thus a night with an end drawing nearer
was my only excitement. The heart was
gone. The soul lost to a forgotten plague.
Man remains nothing if he is no longer the
man that he hath known to be true. Twas a
sour wind that had slit these words, Making
them inoperable to the written tongue. With
swift motion the spirits had awoken within my
heart. As I feel the darkness creep. My
lovers hand driving them away. I fall, I be
blessed for the gift bestowed upon me. The
strength to rise once more in my veins it's a
delight in the tongue to merely whisper your
name. The name that I have grown fond of.
Once beaten by the hand of the sin pusher,
the choice left to make hath been nothing
more then an outcome with a grimace Finnish.
Yet now is the moment in which she hath
taken me from the ashes. to bring life with her
gentle lips. The fear is removed, and the hope
of a forever conceals its place. The spirit of the
heart is the spirit that dwells within I.