Me and Now

The cold turned to extreme warmth,

A certain weakness engulfed my space,

A reminder of the constant fear that plagues me,

But the swift and timely save followed the weakness,

That the war had started and I'd experienced some losses,

But also these battles are determined with strategy,

The right mindset and armour set upfront,

So the stage is set for the last fight,

The biggest fight in this arena,

Because let's face this truth,

Battles don't end, they just evolve,

So as weak as I feel, am also grateful,

Because fighting is hard and tiring,

My mind is at its wits end but my soul wants to live,

So this weakness won't keep me down,

It has in the past but through it I hope to be brave,

I hope to cling to my sword and still stand,

I just can't give up, can I?

But I'm so tempted to stop.

Because sometimes that momentary peace and stillness in the battle is a relief,

But does that mean I want to die here?

In the peace of the chaos.