Please keep fighting

Please keep fighting.

Though your body not show it,

let your soul grasp the hilt of living

with a force that draws blood.

Your mouth speaks as your soul

sputters and chokes,

your legs walk,

but your soul is running, 

feet of Apollo phase through the air

towards Fear.

It is but your mind which connects to the

armies, as they lift pikes that stab through 

the neurons,

their pathways intrusive to your own,

melding and mixing,

signals send that you know

you gave no order for.

Their banners flash images of the

unimaginable horror,

what you Fear most, 

latches to the billowing cloth.

Moving. Taunting.

So join together,

mind of body,

mind of soul.

Run forth towards no man's land,

and though their artillery shreds all thought in

a concussive boom of intrusive imagery,

let the love you hold trickle through and

be your sword, your gun, your weapon.

Do not lay as boardwalk for their feet,

become the all-encompassing reality for their eyes.