Is the battleground
Upon which
A war is
Being waged.
Fought
Among multiple fronts
Simultaneously
For control.
Every exploding shell
Renders my soulscape
Into a thousand
Jagged piercing shards.
Each front
A different element
Of my universe
Bursting forth
Into thick acrid smoke.
Threatening
To choke
My existence
Out.
Like
A battle weary soldier
My soul seeks
A permanent ceasefire
Ending all hostilities.
Knowing
An unilateral surrender
Is tantamount to
A death sentence
For me.
One
I'm not prepare
To face
Just yet.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: A metaphor for how I am feeling right now.
7 comments:
Quite often the season has a lot to do with it.
poignant. i feel your battle weariness yet i choose to fight on not for me but for our progeny and Nature. gracias
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A battle weary soldier
My soul seeks
A permanent ceasefire
Ending all hostilities.
Sigh.. may peace be with you Therisa.
Therisa, I am so happy to see you linking, and sorry for the battle, which you describe so well. Yes, one wishes for a cease fire, but also cannot surrender. Stay strong, kiddo. Better days ahead.
The closing of this is so strong... Ceasefire comes at a cost... which is what the makers of wars know too well.
Keep striving for peace of mind
Much love...
"A unilateral surrender
Is tantamount to
A death sentence."
Sounds like an appropriate thing for the ego to do and release the soul to be in a new and confident life.
The topic is well covered in your piece... metaphorically speaking of course :)
ZQ
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