Cold Winter Day Poem

War Grace

There is a battle inside me —

A dead dog, a single flea

the crown jewel, the Nobel laureate

One pure, pink rose

supported by its thorny stem

There is a battle inside me —

a blind eye, a deaf ear

full disclosure, total release

Befitting advice

peppered with sweet criticism

There is a battle inside me —

dull resistance, numb reflection

anxious foray, agitated conviction

Pendulum life

wrought with excess freedom

There is a battle inside me —

dubious resignation, wavering fortitude

bold stoicism, temperate discipline

Graceful warrior child

at odds with body, soul, mind and will

** 1 Samuel 24:14 inspired the second line of this poem.