[Revision] Poetry: Lion’s Share

Lion’s Share

for each stolen breath
Ripped from my chest
by the piercing, stabbing pangs

in agony as layers are torn and severed
Precisely the intent of this surgical beast
each claw equipped with a razor’s edge
Meticulously slicing
through the deadened flesh
Revealing the new, tender and pink
(The Rotting, Scaly skin He keeps for Himself,
for what, I can not think nor do I care, for it is His share)

Burning lungs
failing to fill with evasive air
fearfully collapsing again and again
One more, needed, deep breath
for the ensuing strike is inevitable
I anxiously await the paralyzing impact
from his powerful lunge
My throat constricts, breathing halts
…Like the pause before an icy plunge

Inspired by:
C.S. Lewis, “The Voyage of the Dawn Treader”; Aslan’s encounter with Eustance in his dragon form. (page 116-117)
Proverbs 3:11- “My Son, despise not the Chastening of Jehovah, neither be weary of His reproof.”
Hebrews 12:11- “No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful, later on, however it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.”

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