Wrote last night about a hidden battle I’m fighting

[Brocha]

Mindfield

It’s a constant uphill battle,

And I’m addled by this war.

But I’ll stay astride my saddle

And I’ll fight it to its core.

 

It’s a struggle for survival.

It’s a war daren’t lose.

And I won’t! I’ll stay alive! All

Demons dare me? I’ll refuse.

 

No, I don’t know why He’s done it,

And I cannot see His plans,

But I’ll fight it ’til I’ve won it

From my perch inside His Hands.

[Elisheva Halle]

Beautiful! I feel so empowered from this poem. Thank you!

[Amalia Shaina]

I really like this piece. The juxtaposition of the upbeat rhythm and the serious content makes it even more powerful. Which is what emunah is all about – finding the good in the unknown and  knowing Hashem is holding us throughout the journey.

Hatzlacha raba.

[Brocha]

Thank you, Elisheva and Amalia Shaina!

[Brocha]

Oops. Sixth line should have read “It’s a war I daren’t lose.”

[Chagit]

Wow Brocha!

This is a real masterpiece:)

Love that it can be used for any and every battle that one struggles with…

Thanks for sharing!

[Anagrammer]

Bracha, every one of your poems hits me in all the right places! I love how they are so individual, yet so universal at the same time, if you know what I mean. Your mastery at rhythm and rhyme makes it so easy and enjoyable to read what you write. The best part is that in every challenge, you manage to bring out a message of courage and inspiration. And I love the play on words you used for the title! So powerful.

[Esther]

Love the poem!  Reminds me a bit of something I wrote a while ago that was published in Twirl.

 

Fighting for Life

 

I’m a patriotic citizen

I pledge my loyalty

To one Capitol of Life

The State of Reality

 

There’s a national flag of pride

That flutters inwardly

In time to the anthem

Of beating vitality

 

I’m drafted in for duty

Join the Corps of love and hope

Fending off dark invaders

Giving courage to cope

 

The battlefield of my soul

Is witness to destruction

Spilled blood and sweat and tears

Hate and evil corruption

 

On faded khaki cloth

I may deserve to wear

A virtual badge of honor

For bravery of which none hear

[Brocha]

I LOVE it, Esther!

[Brocha]

Thanks for your kind words, all