Heart & Head

When your heart and your mind are at war

To what extent must you even the score?

Scrap metal and bullets tearing their way through my body

Soldiers marching, the heavy thud of boots trudging around; muddy

Torn between what I think is right and what I feel is real

My blasphemous thoughts shuddered by the sting of steel

It weaves elegantly in and out of the threads that hold the secrets inside of my skin

It dances along the very edge of everything that I’ve attempted to keep locked in

Prisoners of the soul that I’ve learned to call my own

Constantly scratching and clawing at the walls of their dysfunctional home

I can hear the footsteps in the streets

I hear their prayers, and their constant cries for peace

The heart wants what the heart wants, but does it ever get it?

And if mind rules body, can it harm it and never sweat it?

And if fate is what is meant to be

Then what is to become of me?

Constant riots uproar, begging for this war to end

For heart and mind to be at peace, for enemies to become friends

For coexistence to flourish in the unlikeliest of places

For polar opposites to perform their best in the tightest of spaces

Dust settles and the distant sound of explosions can be heard in the night

The war rests for only a few sacred moments before inevitably sparks a new plight