Battlefield soul
In me
Ravaged,destroyed
An inner carnage
Is the reflection
Of this place.
It has brought me
To my knees,
I am standing
But fallen
In so many
Crimson ways.

Yet-
I am still standing
To this I hold
I will push back
The bloody tide.
I will repair
What I can
Of my damaged soul.
I will hold on,
Who knows
Maybe one day
The reflection
Will be reversed
And my healing soul
Will reflect
On a healing place.