My heart
is a battlefield
and I have gone
to fight.
I've brandished
my sword
like a samurai
I am wearing my armor
But I've
let it down
and thus
find myself
here,
on the ground.
I am trying to get
Up
for it's just
not supposed to be
Yet I
find myself attracted
to the rocks
and the trees
as they look from below
as I gaze up
at the sky
all the time
asking myself
"How? Why?'"
My heart
beats here,
wounded
yet working
and strong
but with cuts
that are deep….
I wonder how long
it will be until
they find me
here
on the floor
of the forest
so green
with a wound
so sore
I lay my weapon
upon the dirt
and turn
to the stars
to comfort
my hurt