Walk soft, With good thought- Prepare Your mind And sit guard Your soul.
Chaos' Shadow Is passing by-
Much is brewing Has been for So long.
It was Four years ago, We knelt Pregnant with terror Of what life was Hurling our way,
And here we are Nearing the end
Wounded
Yet, Standing Strong- As we must.
The final Square off Is Today.
Speak softly, My dears,
And again,
Tread lightly.
Deceit is slinking About.
But trust your heart And what you've learned For tomorrow,
It finally ends,
Either one way Or, some other
Tomorrow,
It finally begins.
As poets, we are naturally sensitive to the moods and shifts of nature and life itself. But tomorrow is gonna be quite the day for all of us (well, today. 2.37am here). Those more sensitive to these may have already felt this coming. And if you've really been paying attention, you know this chapter truly began about four years ago for us all. I don't know if I'm ready for this, but I like to believe I've been well prepared.