A House Divided
The war within me rages still:
An endless ebb and flow, high tides and low
A riptide of dangerous, clashing emotions.
Fear and Despair arm their crossbows
Launching a fuselage of barbed arrows,
Streaking across the no man's land of my soul
Striking the breasts of Hope and Confidence.
They stumble, bloodied, to kiss the ash-strewn earth.
The assault falters teetering on the brink
Then Hope rallies, diving into the fray.
Shields clash, swords clang, blood spills.
Ground gained, ground lost
The outcome uncertain.
Days turn into weeks and weeks to months
And months to years
The turmoil leaves the landscape ravaged
No victory in sight.