Shield
Silent is the way of my hands, my skin burns with deep incision,
I walk along the golden sands that sends time into its precision
My eyes guide me and my mind travels the distance
The spirit iniside of me follows without resistance
I find my way as fog lifts from in, on the path ahead
Yet I notice that it is a road that is often mislead
I turn away to find the bridge, to bridge the sides
Continuous is my flowing journey without the tides
I will not be brung back here unless I study it again
I learn from the actions of what I came here for then
I take on another step, almost looking forward to go
But for each approach of my will it seems to stay slow
I do not know what I will encounter nor do I want to see
Some things in life should be left alone and let to be
Then suddenly came thoughts not my own, I saw a flash
Without other warning I heard something rapidly dash
Before I could feel anything else my eyes saw no more
Closed were my eyes, shut from reality unable to restore
I reached for my sword but only touched a stronger hand
I let my hand drift back into place and awaited his demand
Then light came to my eyes, like the lifting of the fog
Like a calm flashing and crackling like fire on a log
I looked to see who it was that was here that held me
I was no longer prisoner and he was no where I could see
Furious, by this distraction, I went to seek this man
Off my familiar trail to see only if that I can
Not only had he taken my time but he had taken my sword
My defense, my weapon, one that took time to able to afford
Deeply angered I sought the one who had taken my defense
As my thoughts drifted so did the hate become more intense
I did not enjoy games, serious were my eyes and this my mind
But my soul be left just impressed of how much I was blind
What really had been taken if not my sword and confidence
The single things that make it together amount so immense
It was now in me, completely, the need to go out and explore
To go out to meet the indefinite to seek what I have not before
Deeper than scars can even touch, leaving a mark upon my soul
leaving me blinded by the light in my eyes and left out of control
I wanted to get my revenge but who was it that I should attack
For a moment as I walked in my thoughts I got just taken back
who are we really fighting against if it is not just ourself?
Why bring out the internal conflict, why not leave it shelfed
In ways of war, hate is blind as love more than you may know
What side can really say I am right, yet fight to die for woe
What is my challenge, be taken like my sword or take back mine
If I do not know my opponent do I know myself to stay in line
What do thoughts really reveal if they do not show the burning
The inner turmoil constantly wanting to feel the action turning
The heat in your mind, the adrenaline and anger fuse yet stop
How far can you go when you tire at a point, limited, to drop
You are destroying yourself not the other, you need limitation
There is more out there that can kill without explanation
It is the price of not letting yourself know where to hold
And not knowing leaves the mind unaware to pain to be unfold
Know thyself, means more than knowing what that you can do
It also means knowing that which you are incapable of doing too
Within the frozen position that I had taken to my own stance
I found that my sturdy foot hold actually made me off balance
I knew not what was before me when I lifted my head higher
But there came the rush, the feel, the want, the very desire
I felt empowered to take what was I believe was really mine
Left out somewhat by the reflection of his posture's design
Before I knew it, he dropped before me the sword I lusted
As I bent, then I was sent, the blow which another thrusted
Weakened by the blood lost, the blood that it cost to learn
This was the fight that I wanted and right for me to earn
I trusted too much of someone respecting the honor of fighting
As I watched my own blood flow, the sword again, like lightning
I could feel no more but I saw the end come so near but far
He quickly left after this strike which remained there to scar
Though I thought my death surely impended and that I had fail
I looked closely as I regained my senses as I stayed in my hell
I never went after that person, I desired no more of his contact
I was unable to gain without having to strain and unable to react
Suddenly the darkness flooded like the smoke blown off a candle
I thought that this is surely it, more than I can ever handle
Then streams of light again fluttered like that of a butterfly
And I finally knew that it be true that it was not my time to die
My eyes opened to see that I had survived that deadly visit
I was alive enough to see that that I would almost miss it
I looked at the dried blood upon my clothes and on my skin
I struggled to get the strength to crawl and struggled within
I found the nearest water where I went in to wash away the dirt
I drank from the water and yet I didn't feel that much of hurt
When it came to crawling my way back out the pain gained on
Both the pains of hunger and from my wounds would not be gone
I had a kinder hand when it came to finding the food to satisfy
But after I ate I could do nothing but stay there and lie
Tired and now a little thirsty I found myself going back to rest
In more comfort nature sang and I let the sweet sound infest
As I awoke, I crawled to the nearest tree to push my weight
Supported by its strong rooting in the ground I stood straight
Slowly I taught myself to walk again despite the pain I felt
Then I came again to the lake I washed, and there I knelt
I knelt there as many had so many times that have been before me
I knew it to be true that the end of my fight had made me free
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