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Carry me through
I hold your insignia
Against my breast
Have withstood every ritual
To bear your name
I’ve beaten down my will
But I stand here
Just the same
Give me a soul
Burnished through the deepest fire
As initiate
At this first rung I tremble
To hear your name
So many steps before me
Shall I ascend
Just the same?
Raven song heard
Its ancient call so blinding
I’ve bled it out
Upon this stony ground
To speak your name
Aloft a herald calls
And it takes me
Just the same
(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Seems like a tough row to hoe just for a name.
LOL, true! Thanks John! 🙂
🙂
smh…lol !
Great poem, by the way, helenavantina 🙂
It got me thinking.
Me too.
Thanks so much! 🙂