The Battle

posted in: Poems 2016 | 0

Restless troubles pierce my mind

As an arrow punctures flesh

Thoughts rush like blood from torn skin

The battle has begun

A cruel weakness renders me unable to fight

And the wound begins to hurt

I cry.

I cry in vain

I reach for my armour and clothe myself in recovery

I close my eyes and calmly surrender to the chaos all around

I’ve been at battle before

And I have been the victor

I lie in the midst of the angst

I will not be taken as a casualty

And then serenity

A renewed energy washes over me, like a lifeless body rising from the dust

Wounds heal as quickly as they tore

And although I’ll wear my battle scars for ever more

The White flag is waved

Peace is restored

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