Work

Identured servitude
Slavery
Barking dictations
Chaotic obstruction
Unbelieving
Taken of the soul
Control from the uncontrolling
Dictates of the weak
Pathos of servant
Servile
Managerial poison

Winter Storm

Winter storm
Bringing the cold
I thought we were past this
The enveloping warmth removed as quickly as it arrived
How do I began to understand
The changing of the seasons
And the changes they bring

Willed Victory

A beautiful pain
More of a triumph
I find myself through the impasse
My foresight,
I have been rewarded for heeding it
I saw myself
As the weakness I was soon to rid
I knew myself in the moment I needed to
So I acted
In the best and only way I knew how
Knowing
This too shall pass

Needy Needlessness

We fight
To keep ourselves safe
Yet
We cause
Our own insecurity
Through our insecurities
Through our suspicions
Through our distrust
We combat
We struggle
We antagonize
We believe in ourselves
Do we try to overcome
Or let down our guard
And hope the best is yet to come

Tempestuous

That is the word
Of the feelings
They now fight in me
The light has taken up the fight against the dark
Now I bare witness
The ebbs and flows of battle
The highs and lows of spirit
The schizmatic mode of emotion
But in this battle
If I will
I shall will the light