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Poem: Free Verse – “The Battle Infinite” 


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Demons dreaming, 

Surround me as I wake;
Oh give me serenity, 
Nightmares creep and ache.

Falling from a mind overwhelmed, 

By imagination on overdrive;

Let my mind be at peace,

Let the demons finally cease.

No understanding have I, 

Why the demons we slaughter,

Are always the same sin.

I defeated you before, 

But you come back for more;

The snake, loathsome reptile,

From Eden you did break.

Losing tiny snake legs, 

To strike a woman’s heel.

How dare you come back, 

To bring me down again.

I pray you keep your distance;

You keep moving closer.

Claustrophobia, panic, 

Praying you don’t turn me to granite;

Pulling out my weapons, 

I’ll battle Medusa harder still.

You can see the braided,

 Depths of my scars;

We know each other well old foe, 

But I won’t go down pleading;

I have light in my armour, 

Not the kind which normal snakes like;

The kind which burns,

Makes snakes writhe for life.

Pain will be your only friend, 

Old foe; you fight the same.

Each and every time I return, 

I don’t know why I turned my back on you;

Those not weary do not see, 

The enemy coming up behind, 

A dagger piercing my back; my heart.

A knock to my head; concussions blind;

But I heal fast, and I heal stronger.

Building my muscles each movement,

I recover; blood may flow, 

And I hurt all the same;

What’s worse, I can’t blame you for all, 

I do this to myself.

Will you ever learn stupid girl?

When are you no longer a frightened child?

There are no excuses to justify my crimes;

I know what is right and yet, 

Time and again I find my foe and fight.

A battle with motions memorized, 

A continual siege; I win and lose.

Pound you into the ground, 

Poison you with your potent venom;

But you bounce back and reform, 

Taking on another sin,

To challenge me for awhile;

Making it sound excellent, 

That such a rest wouldn’t be exuberant.

If I’m smart I liquefy you;

Your blood and more stain the ground.

But since I’m human, 

I complicate the issues.

And there are days I pause, 

To be attacked and left weaponless, 

Filled with panic and worry, 

Wandering the valley as the poison seeps deep.

Only in the coming of dawn do I delight, 

Fortitude returns and I smile small, 

Learning my lesson, 

Time and time again.

Experience keeps teaching despite, 

A woman who continues to decide who she is;

Not knowing, not realizing, 

Life is a gory battle, no one escapes.

The scar tissue builds upon scars;

Wounds of war are often the worst, 

When we are not expecting them.

Pulling the dagger from my own back;

It’s a pain I hate to remember vividly.

But I got up;

And I walked on. 

Feeling the dawn heal me;

As I kept on the road.

To another traveller I might seem,

A terrified, desperate girl.

Yet more often I see the same look in another’s eyes;

The knowledge of heart break, repentance, and experience.

A cycle doomed to repeat until we’ve finally learned;

Bigger hands than ours must deal the blows.

Hands which hold,

Entirety of unknown and known universes;

Hands which cradle the world.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.  

21 thoughts on “Poem: Free Verse – “The Battle Infinite” ”

  1. Wounds of war are often the worst,

    When we are not expecting them.

    And when might we expect them? Our demons return, and we wage war with them. There are scars and signs of other woulds. There is growth and fortitude as well. In the end, though–and I agree with Marquessa–“Bigger hands than ours must deal the blows.” Truly profound verse, Mandi.

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  2. Oh my!! Why too much good here darling. Returning demon and snakes biting at the heels. So many self inflicted wounds but the willingness to be injected with venom lingers in your words. Bigger hands from something without limbs?!

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    1. Thanks Mark. In the end, bigger hands – God. I had a religion class in JR. High, the teacher said snakes used to have limbs of somekind. When the devil tempted Eve and Adam, through the snake, the snake was cursed to crawl in the dust of the ground and their is enmity btw the snake and Eve’s offspring (us). There’s more, mostly, it’s just personal demons. You know knowing you shouldn’t do stuff, but you do it anyways, even though in some way it’s harmful to you. Thanks again.

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  3. Deep…loving these lines when our hero takes the turn, “Only in the coming of dawn do I delight, Fortitude returns and I smile small, Learning my lesson” — this is the takeaway for me! It’s tough, but once you see the light, you strengthen your resolve and are ready to face the world with one more tool in your toolbelt. Bravo!

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