Battlecry
   soft silence
warm tears
    on the cold side of the pillow
Robert Frost knew the wisdom
   of pathways
     that converge upon each other
  to understand each step
     propels a trajectory
 
  Ice cream in a chocolate dipped
      sprinkled cone, oozes
  in the small indents
    achievement of joy
  deserved declarations

Life is equally ugly and exquisite
    each granule shatters and rebuilds
the sword is valid
          although quill
     more formidable
        scribe the agony
    that life decides to spare
        and relish the lashes
     have crusted over with scars
metaphorically broken and mended bones
     war in the eyes encased in pain
         vanguards who seek to honour
      and steps that are infinite
         life line with a small blip
    steady pace of 4/4 time
       and awareness
          one song will grow
              in strength
        more than others
            then the sweet
       would be the avenged
          murdered dreams
    that crashed on the quartz floor
        on to be rebuilt
           fortified with v.i.c.t.o.r.y