Inside the War

I notice my soul resonating with the seasons A slow change and constant feeling, Something reoccurring and of constant reason But something fires me up, choking me while I soar My anxiety is there but isn't as I set my sails on ashore It just is and always will be Continuous chain and recycling For me it's always war.. I pray Justice runs swiftly As my voice ripples the fabric of time and summons angels. A silent roar. I say no more Even as I slam my lips shut it pours out my vains and demands more