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I Was Born Into a World- an original poem

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Abstract White Hands
Abstract White Hands

I was born into a world coated
in quicksand, but you
were the vine wrapped
around my waist, yanking me
to the sweet surface with
every misstep.

I was born into a world slick
with swindlers, but you
were the sword that struck
down my doubts, and swept
away the muck that lay
in my path.

I was born into a world dangling
with ruby lures, but you
were the shears that snipped
off the bait, sending me
swimming into the sun
for a tastier prize.

I was born into a world swallowed
in glaring sun, but you
were the one who opened
my eyes, teaching me that
there was nothing to fear
in the light.

I was born into a world veiled
in the mist of dusk, but you
were the one who took
my hand, and with soft fingers
parted the sweeping folds
of black.

This poem is in honor of my mother, who, despite every struggle and burden she endures, has always been there to support me. Happy Mother’s Day!

Proud- an original poem

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Knight by the Lake
“Knight by the Lake” by David Hong

I remember the day when they
draped this satin cloak around my neck,
and kissed my shoulders with steel.
It was an honor, you see, a blessing
from the faceless gods that I
did not deserve.
I was proud, that day.

I remember the day when I
watched a naked man be beaten bloody
because he dared to ask for coin
to feed his children.
I looked away, unblinking, and
pretended I did not see.
I was proud, that day.

I remember the day when they
sent me off to a stripped land
to set it afire and milk it of gold.
It was my duty, you see, and I
marched forth steely-eyed and stone-eared,
drowning out the screams.
I was proud, that day.

I remember the day when I
tasted the bitter tang of war, and
cut down foes with a sword that
did not feel like mine.
They were boys, I killed, greener
than the grass; but still,
I was proud, that day.

This title I bear as champion of good
is paper armor on a dying ghost,
for I’m no knight who wears satin cloaks
and says his vows in earnest.
I’m proud, I know, and my eyes
are caked in blood and ash;
but now I think I see.