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Battle

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The battle is real

Should i have a glass of wine

Or

Climb in the closet, shut the door and

Sit in the dark?

Teetering on the edge

Of laughter and screams.

Rocking to and fro.

I must remember why i

Am here.
I love so deep

But do not think i am so

Fragile.

My jaw has met fist amongst other things.

Shadows call even though there be

Light

And friendly faces on the street.

Apathy Creeping at my feet.

Once again I retreat from

The invisible forces.
Battling

Battling

With those formless thought shifters.

“Go away!” I say as my worth is not in

Their ungrateful hands.

I write truth on the wall.

I must remember why i am here.
I close my eyes once more and am

Taken to the red dirt

Where I kneel.

Home feels so far but there

It is in my heart. My heart.

How could I forget. Wallowing

In my fears.

I know why i am here.
I let them

Get in my head. I let them twist my mind.

Deplorable thoughts have no control.

Thoughts cannot condemn my soul.

I know why i am here.

Do i?

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Here Not

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It is late.

The falling moonlight has gone to my

Heart.

The wine has gone to my 

Head.

No fault but mine.

I lick the salt on my lips which 

The air has placed there; sea spray.

Another night on the

Italian coast.
The waves lap at my feet as I

Sit here on the rocks.

It is not my fault,
This calling.

Primal.

Always calling.

My mind does not comprehend

So I close my eyes and listen.

Tears on the back of my hand.

Joy.

Solitude.
And I fight my longing desire to stay.

My very atoms scattering in the wind.

The deepness of me,

Soul fathoms spinning.

Grabbing.

Pulling.

I am here yet I have never been here.

Everywhere lingers in my hair.