I lay my armor on the ground,
nothing left for the fated fight,
my demons chiding from the dark,
relinquish and become ensnared.

Under duress my hands release,
I lay my armor on the ground,
ceding control, I surrender,
my submission is yours, take heed.

From on high, I know you hear me,
I come to you with open arms,
I lay my armor on the ground,
vulnerable now, I sit bare.

I don’t fear my inner demons,
giving myself to your purpose,
trusting in you, your protection,
I lay my armor on the ground.

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

A quatern is a 16-line French poetic form made up of four four-line stanzas (quatrains) that features a moving refrain. Each line contains eight syllables. There is no strict rhyme or meter, but you can use them if you choose.

This poem took shape on its own. It started as a play on the process of writing and submitting a story to publishers, but I feel a lot of that was stripped away when I put words on screen. The undercurrents of spirituality truly took the wheel, giving it the shape and cadence that it finally took.

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