I walked into the field of games
The sky was clear accept for
the horizon
No one saw the darkness
No sword ⚔️ could win
Simple might of speech
Pressing verbiage was on target
Consistent positive words
Shifting the attitude into seat
Managing the masses of cells
With mind manipulation
Thanksgiving and quiet utter
Ask the warrior, how are you?
The engaged won’t reply
Look in the eyes of the attacker’s
Peace and reverence is for now
Watch the pool of ranting Dna
It raises a strong fist to finish
And yet it battles in confusion
It doesn’t have a plan
It shakes and rattles its world
One cell at a time it divides
It seems that it is winning… pause
Regaining the strength of the mind
Slowly getting into the proper position
Good strong posturing for the war
Take hold of what your silence taught you
Be ready to act once again
Now speak of words of healing
Keep uttering until you know clearly
Know that you are stronger than the confusion
And it’s grip begins to let go
