Be my knife. . . the instrument of penetrating precision
cutting through the emotional veils that smother
my spirit and blur the dreams so long nurtured.
Be my brilliant blade. . . forged by a purposeful mission,
whose force directs and guides each circumstance and
situation with an intellectual prodding.
Be my knife. . . be my strength, fill my heart and
conquer my soul.
Linda Sabo Raubolt
Linda’s bio: I never thought of myself as a poet. In fact, the only poetry that I ever read was that of Emily Dickinson and Charles Bukowski. Somewhere in between these poles of humanity, out popped this poem from my “intuitive energy space.”