bloggity blog, poetry

what we sow

I can feel him squirm
The worm he is
Not dragon or snake

Doesn’t need to tell me
How “powerless” feels
This was a lesson he taught me too well

Am I enjoying myself?
Well … yes

It is not often
We get to see karma in action
But I warned him
She is a friend of mine
He never listened

We reap what we sow
And the seeds he planted inside me
Have grown to have thorns, dangerous

His scales can’t protect him now

Sometimes the best revenge is served with a smile
Happiness and thriving and righteous victory

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