A War in Flesh

A poem about the turmoil of moving forward with things we cannot change in our selves.

A war veiled in flesh

Two opposing forces

Deep within my blood

Both reflect in the mirror before the eyes

 

How does one separate from oneself?

Divorce a part of their own making?

 

Does one clip the fabrics of their lives?

If so, how does one do so

without snipping the threads

which one wishes to keep in tack?

 

 Should one drain the blood in exchange for new?

If so, how does one do so

without becoming gravely ill,

Anemic from the lack of blood in their veins

 

Does one simply break the mirror in half?

If so, how does one do so

without having a fitting image

to fill in the missing gaps in one’s reflection

 

All ending to the war

Ends in a loss

Loss of identity

Loss of Dignity

Loss of honor and trust

 

So, the war rages on

Like holding a double-edged sword

one can only stand in the middle

Suffer from the scars, knowing

The suffering is less painful

Than declaring a victor

 

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Good Beth. You have written about something I can certainly identify with. A lot of literature must be about this internal struggle. A small thing is that I would say loss rather than lose but that may be an Americanism.
Well done.
Regards. Alan

[Beth Lindsay]

Alan,
I'm glad that I have been able to write something that many people have identified with.
I did take a look at the portion that you were referring to and it seems to be a confusion that I have had all throughout school and no one has pointed out until now. However, you are correct, it should be 'loss' not 'lose' and I will fix it. Thank you for pointing that out to me.

[Okorie, Joshua Promise]

It's cool. Really gave an in depth to man's desire to change what can not be changed. More like fighting with d soul.

But the line that has "Anaemic from the lack if blood in their veins, I would have preferred " without becoming anaemic from the lack of blood". Since blood is not found only in d veins but arteries and capillaries inclusive. But the poem is dope