Bright as a Blade

- jan-u-wine

You cannot
draw
a sword
in anger,
in hate,
not
even in cold
impartiallity
and then
cast it aside
in search of Home.

The sword
has
not changed....
you
have changed...

merely
by putting your hand
on its dull hilt,
you
have changed.

It is not
a living thing,
you know....

not like you,

with choices
and desires
and places
inside
that hurt
no matter
which way
the choice lies.

Its face
will always be bright.

No matter
what
might stain it,
it can always
be made to shine
again.

Do you not
find
that sad:
that something
which means
as little,
in the turn of this world,
as this blade,

something which has not
voice
nor thought,
nor joy
nor pain
can be cleansed of evil,

but I,

I,
For taking up
its brightness
Shall forever
wear,
Upon  the face of my
soul,
its stain….