{"id":47429,"date":"2019-06-22T10:46:51","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T14:46:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=47429"},"modified":"2020-06-28T18:58:14","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T22:58:14","slug":"i-saw-the-magic-in-suffering","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/i-saw-the-magic-in-suffering\/","title":{"rendered":"I Saw The Magic in Suffering"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><a href=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/autumnsonlyone\/fourth-hour\/\">Fourth Hour<\/a><\/pre>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>I Saw the Magic in Suffering \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Prompt#4<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>The longer I suffered<br \/>\nI saw a light illuminate and<br \/>\npain became an old friend.<br \/>\nIt did not end.<\/p>\n<p>I struggled through<br \/>\nwondering what could<br \/>\nanybody gain<br \/>\nfrom ruthless and persistent pain?<\/p>\n<p>Laying in expectation of<br \/>\ndeliverance rallies hope.<br \/>\nThe power to evoke<br \/>\nthe strength to overcome<br \/>\nIs nothing short of Magic.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly my head rose high<br \/>\nlike a prize winning stallion,<br \/>\ngallantly strutting through,<br \/>\nwearing my medallion.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"float: none;background-color: #ffffff;color: #333333;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size: 16px;font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: 400;letter-spacing: normal;text-align: left;text-decoration: none;text-indent: 0px;text-transform: none\">I drew closer,<\/span><br \/>\nto the end of the battle<br \/>\nmy senses frayed<br \/>\ntattered and rattled.<br \/>\nThe vision of victory<br \/>\njust straight ahead,<br \/>\nI rose up, a Champion<br \/>\nfrom my bed!<\/p>\n<p>Compton, CA 90222<br \/>\nJune 22, 2019@10:46<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fourth Hour I Saw the Magic in Suffering \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Prompt#4 The longer I suffered I saw a light illuminate and pain became an old friend. It did not end. I struggled through wondering what could anybody gain from ruthless and persistent pain?&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1186,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-47429","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47429","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1186"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47429"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47429\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":59661,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47429\/revisions\/59661"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47429"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47429"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47429"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}