the tension comes between heaven, tomorrow, and yesterday;
today strung in the balance,
dangling its loose fingers
over the strings being drawn -
Their blades like little swords
from sheaths removed the dawn
to linger over coffee’s scent
and haunt the sacred ground
But I, I am not afraid
as war turns inwards still
conflict counts the tensile strengths
and I am tempered steel
Author notes
I am stronger than the war.
-Thefallout
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