The Battlefield,

 
What ever I lose I gain again later
And that’s not just the weight it’s
The journey I take . When I let life
Take me by the scruff of my neck
And don’t answer back why I am
Somersaulting and often cavorting
With the unknown. It losses the more
I engage with an attitude of I know
I will land on my feet sooner or later .
Submitting isn’t defeatist it’s a
Pincer movement disguised as losing
But unbeknownst to change and
Uncertainty I am playing the long
Game and letting go of coercive
Control and it can’t walk without
My legs or talk without my words
So I wait it out as quiet as I can
By observing in the neutrality of
What will be will be . Anxiety waves
The white flag and I use every fibre
Of my being to walk past a battlefield
With not one casualty all it’s taken
Is my time ignoring all the signs of
Dread and on I go that bit wiser ,