In, and Out

I hear the rumbling from here.

The sounds of thunder - but there’s no lightning.

The ground shakes, in front of me is a field. I know what comes, what is beyond the grass.

With each breath I feel the world change;

The inhale of silence and the exhale of relent.

I close my eyes to relax, so I will be prepared for the war ahead.

…

They appear over the horizon.

A million monsters

Ten thousand commands

A dozen of problems

And a single man.

…

I sit on my rock

Feet in lap

I meditate and focus-

But I begin to fear.

Doubt consumes my mind, I become ugly in the mirror. I feel inadequate and hated, I repress my cries.

My candle gets pinched; my lovers lynched. My skin grows cold; my sorrows old.

Twisted and tangled.

In the meantime the army marches forward. They yell battle cries: to distract and disrupt.

…

I breath In, and Out.

They reach me.

I jump back and gasp. They wield weapons of horrible terror and terrible horror, vile eviles, lustful leisure, and ferocious fantasies. They reach out to harm me- their words cut deep and I grow weaker. Wounded I lay, until I focus.

And with a single exhale the army vanishes.

I sit back upright completely untouched.