It's On Again

Sadness returns to envelop the great spirit in us.

Attitudes decline as our reasoning turns to dust.

It hides within us, too scared to fight.

Unknowingly affecting our will for life.

But what an amazing thing it is, this spirit.

For one day it shall rise again for all to hear it.

With a voice as loud as the light of the Sun,

My sadness retreats under the heat of a gun.

Only to return if given the right opportunity.

But I will be ready next time, for this battle is not new to me.


Poem / Sadness / Spirit