fighting our way to find middle ground

bastions and battalions
grating on our souls

when can we let these demons lie?

they eat away at an already tired heart,
hard work just to sustain the
everyday

and so, where is the place where heart and soul
meet as friends?
where the everyday is guided by wisdom
where slumber comes easy from satisfied exhaustion
at having lived the day fully, roundly, beautifully.



copyright 2009 Alisa Barry