My body has become a battlefield
The peace I have cultivated
Within my sacred temple
Is at war with my anxiety
These long many months
I’ve been assaulted
Bloodied
Rejuvenated
Exalted
Uncharacteristically low-balled

Totaled
Decimated
Destroyed
Inside this state
There is no win
Just moments before
This campaign
My sanctuary remained
Sought after
Logical
Cultured
Wisdomful
Yet wild
Reckless at times
Dropping my armor
To watch clouds pass by
No use taking sides
The rebel rises up
A southern insurrection
That’s not easily quelled
In spite of my authority
Over the territory
I let it go for a spell
Sending my negotiator
To mend what’s missed
Or misunderstood
Praying my body will listen
To my cool head
Convince my adversary
Heavy limbs are light
The disquiet bubbling up
As tightness in my chest
Is the birth of a bubble of champagne
Persuade captivated nerves
To become quiet awhile
So it goes anywise
Until the world is again still
With the morning light
Gorgeous
Reflective
Worthy
Of all praise
I find myself
Humming to the soundness
Relishing the absurdity
Of my accomplishments
Or its import
Bursting
Of surrender
Catching
Being
All me

~Just L (November 22, 2017)