it is only a war
if the fire stops
raining
when a white flag
is raised
and the fallen ones
retreat
and their captors
drink whiskey.
i must be battling
a storm of God’s wrath -
one that will
never end
because the enemy -
it is my own mind.
i am tired of fighting.
i want to dismantle
my flesh
like armor
place my bones
neatly in a sheath
leave myself behind
because the voices in my head
sound like gun fire
and the smoke
makes my throat close.
where do warriors find refuge
from themselves?
where do i surrender?
who will take my heart
because i cannot keep it
in my chest anymore.
if i wield a pistol
and fire it
through my soul
so i will bleed out
on the ground
will i die
undefeated?
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (7)
Omgggg this was so incredibly relatable and I loved this analogy!
Very powerful. I loved the use of the colors red and white. Your battle with yourself is prominent through the words.
Fuck. This was a bullet to my soul. Phenomenally written. And so powerful. My hands are shaking. 🤍
When everyday is a battle! This is really good
Beautiful and thought-provoking. When you are at war with yourself, who wins?💙Anneliese
Beautifully ghoulish imagery! "i want to dismantle my flesh like armor place my bones neatly in a sheath" Ugh
A lot of this is incredibly relatable and expressed with your unique wordsmithery and charm! Love the image too! Well done, Sara!