We are all at war
but wars aren’t for winners
standing over casualties.
maybe it’s the battle on home front
between mentality and feelings of insanity
But the mind always wins over feelings for
feelings are birds perched on branches and the mind
is the tree. So remember these things.
Maybe it’s second line of fight and flight
for all that is to come and all that is to let go.
I hope you fight your way into flight
even if you are brought to your knees,
weakening, because knees are meant
for praying, a call for strength renewal.
And when the time comes your wings do to
for take off into the mirage of tomorrows.

When the morning is beginning to open its eyes
and the day is waiting with a heavy load for you to carry
count up your 206 bones, you lack nothing, push to strain
count to ten, breathe, and keep going till the end.
Because as pain echoes through your body
it’s finding it’s way right back out of you.
And what takes an echoes place?
Silence metamorphosing into success
because there is always light outside of the caves.
Whenever the night cloaks the world with darkness
and the quiet fills the air with sleeping bodies by you
this is where your heart is meant to glow
so hide all your warmest smiles inside
as the love you miss feels like a sickening nostalgia
remember every memory will become a new moment
in time. in time, don’t rush it’s sweet, wondrous bloom.

Cede the screams and fill your mind with the mumurs
of hearts song. Someone out there is singing the chaos to sleep
love will always be your lullaby so listen for it, when it gets too much.
It will always never be enough and it will always take another punch
So swallow down fear like a pill, but only this nervous lump in your throat
is a seed of faith, begging to grow gardens
from the pit of your stomach.
So swallow fear and cultivate faith.
Because no flower can grow without a little rain.
A soldier isn’t a body in a uniform,
but a body kicked to it’s knees
that continues to get up again and again.
A soldier is Rome built from ruins
To be a soldier is to survive.

You will break You will bend
You will doubt You will question
You will cry You will miss
You will fall You will fail
But you will
rise, get up, keep going—
You will survive soldier.
You’ll be ruined into Rome.

Because this is only training ground
and when the world really hits
like a comet coming to cave into earth
You will be the soldier that saves us all.

How to survive:
Surrender.
Surrender to take the ache
and the ache will surrender,
giving into your strength.