Walking in peace

My writing has not been blocked nor have the inspirations seized, i still breathe and that is just half the story...

Seeking deeper to relieve patterns that only now begin to fully clothe themselves in plain sight, they line up and all plead:

"Its what i needed to do to keep you safe."

"...AT THE TIME!"

An unknown voice breaks silence...

Crows relieve their perch in haste. Even lions hesitate in their march.

Reluctant I wonder:

"Do I know this wave?"

the one to seldom wash upon my shores of sensation...

Very few times before what turned to tears presumably just crashing tides upon the shore, a spray to cool and calm the sun scolded sands of my dry flesh.

Dry like a cold shoulder not an arid desert but gin,

in a room deserted where one could care less.

Another pattern in shaggy dress as smoke clouds the air surrounding a lonely soldier hiding behind a mask of tenacity, as he mumbles in slurred speech...

"-I’m not as tough As I look."

“Ah, the slings of war...

and yet,

resilient as the sun.”

Will,

surrender not.