Warfighter, late in years, finally vanquished.
Arm drop, sword clang, grateful to be finished.

Breached fortress,
Gate ajar, the opaque clears.
He raises his hands up to the sky,
Cries,
Turned heart.
‘Why only now did you intervene?’
He implores.

‘Can’t you see that it was me you were fighting all along?’
Says The River unseen.

As I went on in life
I started building havens
First out of sticks
But as time went by those sticks turned to stones
Walls of doubt and fear began to appear and close in around me
The stones turned to iron bars
And the rising walls trapped me in
Inside my head
Inside my own prison
The more I fought the stronger the barricade became
Then you came to me
My knight in shining armor
My king and my Friend
The love you had for me burned down the doubt and tore away the fear
Until I was a child holding up my arms to my Father for his strong embrace
You carried me home and I was never again alone with my fear