by Rana

They say it’s wise

to pick your battles,

to avoid the conflict

and preserve the peace.

But what of honesty, what of pride

can be preserved in the face of opposition?

There is something to be said in pride –

there is a pride in being honest with the world,

with one’s self.

One cannot sleep in a bed with

dishonesty between the sheets.

So how do I sleep?

My honesty is fuel for embers

ever aglow and smouldering away

the ashes of our final bonds.

Unable to quench the flickering flames,

yet passionate to see them burn,

I stare into oranges and reds –

what you call demon fire,

I call the light of life.

Or maybe what smoulders is my image of you,

the beacon of guidance now dwindled away

as I float out into a sea of possibility,

the salt in my hair a testament

to the stubbornness you bred in me,

the hard-headed honesty

which has driven us apart.

One Comment to “Battles”

  1. Marvelous Verse with powerful images! Love it 🙂

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