Hullo! Clara here, with another SPN poem for you all. Spoilers for Season 8. Enjoy!
Poem by: Clara Pond
Out with the old,
And in with the new.
Throw out the false,
Come back with the true.
I'm burning away
The darkness inside.
I've become better
With each tear I've cried.
This isn't suffering,
It's righteous pain.
Think of all
The things I will gain!
These trials are healing,
Not hurting, I believe.
And so I don't wish
For any reprieve.
It has to get worse
Before it gets better.
Please make my heart
Lighter than a feather.
Take all my body,
Take all my soul,
And of these husks of life,
Make something whole.
Father, accept me
Not for who I am,
But for who I can become,
A much better Sam.
And Dean, please see
That after this is done,
I won't be a monster,
The humanity will've won.
I've wanted nothing more
Than a second chance.
An open door,
A sturdier stance.
And now these trials
Have given me hope.
I looked up the cliff
and grabbed onto the rope.
Every day I'm climbing
Closer into the light.
Only gold forever,
It's a wonderful sight.
Not a splotch of the black
That roils under my skin.
Making me vile,
Cursed with this sin.
But I feel it leaving,
That demon's touch fading.
And for its demise
I'm just patiently waiting.
So bring on the trials
and I'll do my best.
To become truly human,
I'd take any test.
And I will succeed,
There's no room to fail.
For I have to believe
That good will prevail.
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