Wrestling in the Dark
Jacob’s Transformation
By Archery Owl Published about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read
You pull back
Wincing
For you have been wrestling him all night
The light of day brings fresh pain
Your chest and back are scratched
Sweat soaked
I hear you slowly panting
over the rushing indifference of the river nearby.
In your eyes
there is a recognition
that by these wounds you are healed.
About the Creator
Archery Owl
Anchored by my twins and the beautiful chaos we share. You can sometimes find me chasing a new horizon with a backpack or just lost in a book beneath a wide-reaching oak.
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