Like Arjun,
I waver.
My heart reaches out,
Before my arrow,
Or at least,
Alongside of it.
Is He not in your actions,
Or in my heart?
Is it love or weakness,
That brings me to doubt?
“War, what is it good for?”
"Be brave", I tell myself,
Like my father taught me.
Be Brave!
It’s been a tiring two days. I’ve tried to write my way out of the chaos but found that my mind was too fogged over by emotions to think clearly.
So, like always, I let poetry speak. Best simply to express feelings – some things cannot be conquered by reason.
I waver.
My heart reaches out,
Before my arrow,
Or at least,
Alongside of it.
Is He not in your actions,
Or in my heart?
Is it love or weakness,
That brings me to doubt?
“War, what is it good for?”
"Be brave", I tell myself,
Like my father taught me.
Be Brave!
It’s been a tiring two days. I’ve tried to write my way out of the chaos but found that my mind was too fogged over by emotions to think clearly.
So, like always, I let poetry speak. Best simply to express feelings – some things cannot be conquered by reason.