Given to us billions of years ago.
Breathing, making choices, cultivating purpose.
we marvel with the reasons our core existence.
Predominance, obsession and what’s only left is its lethal outcome around.
I was given life,
what have I done ?
Memories occurred to me like a flood,
ravishing into the deepest turmoil of my thoughts.
I used to see myself as an aggressive bullet wandering –
tearing down races, razing enemies.
The recollection of my belligerence. Will it change?
Now all my senses could perceive is emptiness.
couldn’t have I stopped at the right moment,
when few hearts were still beating?
Is there still something worth opening my eyes for?
Yet, here I am, facing again that demon inside me.
another battle to win
The monster in me respires with prudence. My inner self astounded.
and then, for a heart beat
I know what to do with it.