Poetry

Against all better instincts,

one must curb the urge to fight.

A favourite form of power,

in the goal to make things right.

Memories that don’t fade,

in the subtle form of feelings.

Subtle but so powerful,

often leaves one reeling.

Slay the demons in your head,

while fighting the good fight,

All sounds very logical,

but sometimes isn’t right.

At times the fight is pointless,

You just feed them as you tire.

Spark and wit and joy and love

turn to ashes in the fire.

Really is impossible,

for pain to be much more.

The battle happened long ago,

You already set the score.

Let the demons do their thing,

lie down and close the door.

Rest your weary head,

for they can’t hurt you anymore.

Fighting can just feed them,

Like kerosene to fire,

let them starve and feed yourself,

don’t make the flames go higher.

Redefine what courage is,

it can be many things,

There isn’t just one answer,

there are different ways to win.