Poems from the Abyss

Note to Self

Note to Self 

Stay strong, baby child, for the war has come. 
Knocking at our door, the strings have been strung. 
Telegraphs on the wire speak nasty thoughts and threats. 
Stay in bed, baby child, for it isn't your time yet. 

Cover your head with the blanket that your mother has sewn. 
Keep well on the straw and spices that everywhere has been strewn. 
Keep close to you the memories of a brighter day. 
Keep hope, baby child, for help is on the way. 

Tread carefully on the ground that has seen the wages of blood. 
Breathe carefully the air that carries cries of pain and death. 
Drink not the water that is offered from a red hand. 
Eat not what is offered from the surface of a golden pan. 

In your mind, baby child, keep images of heaven. 
For that's the only place for which you are destined. 
When your time does come, hold your head high as the sun. 
Note to self, baby child, the battle is already won. 

~Sephyra