Burst

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Break this shell, 
burst out triumphant 
from the crack that split.
May the crowd wither under your roar
or rise in arms to destroy,
flailing in the name of God.


Throttle the reins, ride into the sun,
scream through bleeding teeth,
bare the pain on your skin, absorb it,
and burst out triumphant

The last stanza is brilliant. Personally, I think that is the poem. The first stanza sounds like a title. If you could condense the first bit into an appropriate title the last stanza would work on its own.

Hmm, I do agree the last stanza could work on its own but for the purposes of this poem, I need both. I do recognize the contrast between.

This requires a little thought..

thanks for the critique