Is this battle worth waging? Too late for that question, I'm afraid I don't hear your words or welcome them I seem busy defending my own in this insignificant battle There is no bravery nor truth in a shallow, soulless exchange Yet, we carelessly persist with much beyond us at stake Defenders of our words we must be, forging our own chains Facts, sky is blue, blood is red, this must be argued upon. Foolish things such as feelings have no room banished, harbouring my hurt deep within me How do you heal what you cannot voice ? Heart bleeding, hidden behind hurtful careless words Met with more words, cold as ice, cutting so deep Yet we persist in this chaos, feeding the flame The wedge widening with every word not meant but said. I yield, give up, I'm journing within into my solitude Carefully examining my charm and terror Detangling the knots and laying to rest the unresolved As I give way to any and all emotions that should arise Letting them consume me, allowing room for transformation For at least in this I'm assured of a greater reward Calming my mind so my heart can guide The finding of things lost amongst despair and pain.