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Click hereEveryday I awaken to the war,
not with fields of soldiers and guns,
but the battle within my mind,
where pain and fear rule hidden trenches.
Opening my heart to love's possibilities
warmth spreads like a furnace,
chakras tingle and inner peace flows
vibrantly through all extremities.
A buzzing starts low, a crack in the shield
and doubts rise to take aim again.
I recoil and try to hide
but the weapons mercilessly find their target.
'Breathe' I must remember,
take in God's gift of the breath.
Deeply inhaling life's essence
the enemy slowly recedes to the trenches.
Peace, for a moment or seven
while my essence rejuvenates,
until smoke again obscures reality.
'Breathe John'...
Battles and wars
Soldiers and armies
All in the mind is the conflict
Until too late...
Wow~!!
I love your imagery. A wonderfully smooth flow.
The pictures you bring to mind. A lot of emotion here.
I have so been there. That place, where ya have to *breath.. just breath~* almost beggin your mind to chill and just to have some *relief*.
I loved this poem~!!!!