War.

Sometimes I can feel the rage in my bones

The ancient wound separate and seep

Generations of anger as ghosts

Haunting my days

I desperately attempt to escape 

It is not something that I can outrun 

I have tried.

These are spirits I must face 

Battle with kindness, gentleness, nuance 

When all I desire is war. 

War on those who dare keep up this charade

Who have not been cracked from their little bubble. 

My limited capacity is what I fear the most 

Will I be able to confront such malice with humility and justice? 

Only a greater force could allow me this.

It is only by that strength I will carry this torch

Towards a different future.