...for some reason poetry felt like the best way to express my emotions today...
My mind wandered...
As the cycle of emotions began.
"Man up, stay strong, quit complaining!"
The voice within my head screamed...
but the gentle whimper and cry of my heart wanted nothing to do with it.
"Seek balance, seek contentment, breathe..."
said my gentle friend.
The two battle.
Red ferocious fire against gentle falling rain.
What is left is the battleground.
The broken cracked, dreary battleground beneath the warring voices.
Tired, weak, and weary from battle.
That battleground is me.
I am both fire and water.
I am a warrior.