Pride Poem

Pride is an ugly shield we brandish as we can
To protect our egos made of glass from stones in enemy hands.

Some throw stones to make us bleed and some to make us crack
And anything that we can find, we gladly throw it back.

But should a rock be strong enough to penetrate our pride,
And lodge itself deep within, to break that fragile lie,
All our pain, in liquid form, will start to slowly leak,
And as it drains, and through the pain, we'll start to feel free.

Now our foe who threw the stone starts looking like a friend,
For though he broke our fortress down he freed us from our sins.


The vile spill of hurt remains to show us in brutal truth
What big a mess we truly made when we were angry fools.