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Mind’s gears turning slowly
Pushing through the dark molasses
Poured by wounded soldiers fighting a forever war.
They see purpose in the struggle between brokenness and normal.
Gears sticking. Then stuck.
Vibrating softly now. Going nowhere.
The struggle to reset and return reveals things done and left undone.
Time frozen while life is repaired and patched.
Always the war continues.
Moments of subversion
Small victories
Small defeats
Endless but not without purpose
Soon the gears start to move again
Release
Surrender is not an option in this forever war.
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Archery Owl
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Comments (6)
I like the link between mental health and a battle or war, where sometimes just persevering is enough. “purpose in the struggle between brokenness and normal.” this is a great line Archery Owl.
Very vivid depiction of those moments where you have to take pause, even if you don't want to.
nice work
Forever wars seem to plague our Earth. The molasses imagery is fabulous. Purposeful actions, tiny steps, win the prize (and hopefully peace eventually) as you depict in this poem!
I love the imagery of the mind pushing through dark molasses. Nice poem Arch! I just published a 3 part poem with similar themes on war (in particular in part 2). I'd love your feedback.
Woahhhhh, wow this blew me out of the water. Brilliantly done, raw, relatable and so beautiful.