I was handed splintered crutches,
So to escape from death's clutches.
But I yearn to stand on my own,
Encouraged by what good's been shown.
But without them I am more prone,
Visited by torments once known.
And with these words I evict them,
Uproot them where I see them stem.
Details
- Publication Date
- Aug 8, 2014
- Language
- English
- Category
- Poetry
- Copyright
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- Contributors
- By (author): Karissa Creasser
Specifications
- Pages
- 87
- Binding
- Perfect Bound
- Interior Color
- Black & White
- Dimensions
- US Trade (6 x 9 in / 152 x 229 mm)