Where once my warrior soul reigned Now I find it sadly lacking Though it carried twice its weight in pain Now the art is all that matters I fall in raging winds But never find my footing And if this night is to end First it must begin. There is only room for understanding, So I, tightly tethered to my essence Find I am calmed By poetry’s presence No longer wilting Words become my water No longer melting Nor walking meat to the slaughter I begin with my father And end with my daughter In her eyes infinity I see hope for eternity But she is just a seedling Formless fiction of my mind Changing with my seasons In angles I still hope to find Allows these withered roots to grow again ******* greedily at the soil. Hope helps me thrive, my friend And gives me reason to toil