Here I lay, between enemy lines,
Throwing sedatives to both sides,
I cross my heart and hope to die,
Rather than have it divide.
Holes fill my system from un-aimed words,
Ripping me to shreds, it really hurts,
Others try to step in, but I push them,
Out of the line of fire, to safety,
Perhaps, where I should be,and
After all, these aren’t their wars,
Or anyone’s really,
They’re mine.
And I shall fight to keep peace,
Within myself,
Within everyone,
Until there is nothing left of me but recovering words.