I am grace: A poem 

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I am brave, I am steel, I am top brass 

I am the cleverest student in the class 

When the harvest is thin, my imaginations feast 

In a sea of sorrow, I worry the least 

Fortune is no brick, but I build castles 

I smell roses among all the thorny thistles 

I don’t have doubts, like the wind I’m rushing wildly about 

I can swim upstream, my bridges are broad as a cloud 

I can spin lies, while fighting for the truth 

Like Mercury, I have wing-spin in my boots 

My poems wallow in oblivion, but they are read by Thoth 

Innocence rents my soul’s chambers that age never forgot 

I don’t cut corners and I never burn bridges 

The past is the step-ladder to all my ledges 

I can be cruel, but I am as soft as lace 

And everything I do is embellished with grace 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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