Beacon

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— By Jeffrey Smith

I am.
I am flesh made stone to stand against your crashing waves.
I am the Guardian – the Last Stand of hope in your world of chaos and destruction.

Years of decay have worn away my sentiment, have hardened my skin, have forced my will to battle among the clouds.
And still, I linger.
Still, I fight.

I am flesh made stone to stand against your crashing waves.

One day, my knees may bend to the force of your wrath and my body may drown in the depths of your cold embrace, but my soul will always be a beacon, shedding light across your stormy sea.

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My response to Ermilia’s Picture it & Write Challenge… grab your pen and pay them a visit!

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16 responses to “Beacon

  1. I am so very glad you have entered and written this piece. I haven’t really read any of your ‘free writing’. This is extremely commanding and sturdy and I totally loved.
    Excellent Miri. x

  2. A truly epic metaphor! Wow. That finale was fantastic. Very powerful piece. “…but my soul will always be a beacon, shedding light across your stormy sea.” So beautiful. Thanks for contributing this week, Miriam. It’s been a pleasure having you here! 🙂

    – Ermisenda

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