The Battle Field

In the end, the war comes to this:
You.
God.
And the demons, doubts, sadness and fear.

You can hide.
You can run.
You can distract and dance,
but sooner or later,
the battle finds you

and you are left only
with the choice of where
and how to fight the battle,
perpetually surrendering,
or letting it wash over
like a summer storm,
furious, but finally,

gone.

About this poem

Sooner or later we have to deal with our demons, whatever they are, or they swallow us alive. But often, we can just sit with them a while, and to our surprise, they leave, and fade like ghosts. But the courage to sit with them – oh it is hard!

The picture was taken at the U. S. Marine Corp Museum in Quantico, Va. It is a life sized diorama of the battlefields in Korea.

Tom