Warrior
life is strange
just when you think
you’ve got it figured out
you don’t
nothing ever stays
the same
the only constant
is change
to fight against change
is to think that life
can be controlled
but like the retreat and return
of the ocean, life cannot still –
it must constantly churn and swirl
therein lies the beauty
it is the spirit that will not die
no matter the cost or consequence
it is a refusal to hide
for to stay on dry land
and never venture out
is the way of a coward
and it is that breed
that knows no pure joy
or complete sorrow
it is a life lived half
instead of whole
fear makes this so
it is only a brave heart
though it beats with fear
pushes on and does not retreat
and in this noble state
peace is found
TL