A silent space to breathe

Rise away from the heat of battle
The cries of pain and death rattles
Wipe The sweat and blood away
Take a second to rest in the light of day
Reminisce on the road you've travelled
And dream of what's in store
Take a look inside at that voice demandin more
The reason why you fight,
To burst at the seams in your effort to grow into your dreams
Listen deeper, past the plight
Can you hear your dream softly cry?
Calling you to lay down your weapons and sigh?
Full filled on the exhalation
She will murmur a revelation
Why must you fight?
It only spreads the blight
Of your affliction
Your efforts bring no benediction
You cannot be
Anything except what you already are
There's no need to fight
Because your will is a reflection
Of your souls intention
So wade in misery and combat no more,
Young warrior,
Lie in the grass, dream nourishing
Relax and you will see flourishing
Thought patterns transpiring
To create a heightened sensitivity
To magical creativity
And in the sweetness of these thoughts
You will find what you ought
And all for that which you have fought
Are already yours
Just walk through the wide open doors
It is your right
To dwell in light
And easily breathe your might
And soulfully take flight
'The pen is mightier than the sword'-
Have truer words ever been written ?
Whatever the answer, i am smitten

~from me to me, as always

Posted here as opposed to short stories because of the revelation it brought me: if one struggles again st perceived tormentors(of the mind) this itself proves that they don't control you... Therefore proving that there us no real need to fight, but to ignore the shadows of our mental enemies and to make the stand of who we truly wish to be.

a reply to: LucidWarrior

Beautiful message, thank you. I needed to hear it today too.

Blessings of peace to you, today and always.

a reply to: CantStandIt

To you as well
Glad that I could bring you some measure of solace!

a reply to: LucidWarrior

That was a great use of the quill! Thank you from heart to heart.
tis time for many to slip in to silence.
But if I may add to your stream,
far from debate,
in the mood of true love,
like a thunder,
my hand may enter a glove.
and slap hard an arrogant face.
Neither for battle or bad taste,
only as a reminder.
Beware,the truth is here
and can answer in its own
peculiar pace.

a reply to: ancientthunder

Thanks! I wrote for myself but am always joyous when others find beauty or use in my thoughts or ramblings

That is just what this poem is a loving slap to the face... From myself