TO FAIL SO FLAWLESSLY

war

I am not doubting as much as I once was.

I don't have to struggle
as much, and the war with
myself is over.

I am good enough, and
the experiences of my
past are utilized to
remind me that
I am not alone.

My past cuts down
the foe for my present,
like a knight fighting
for their queen.

My past looks to me
with a clever smile
and a child-like need
to be told how well
they have done, and
how proud I am.

However, at times,
when the storm cloud
brews over the horizon,
and the wind flicks
strands of my hair,
I wonder if there will be another
war, and when it will come.

My advisors say I'm
too focused on the concept
of war, when I forget that
wars have always come and gone,
and so has its sister, peace.

In their balance, some wars go
for long stretches of time, and
may one day go likewise for
days of peace.

And in the end, we will have
been forgotten anyways,
so was it even worth it?