Strife conquered is strife yet,
As a wound, which scars,
Still remains.
Strife conquered, chaos quelled
Teaches not always that
Life prevails over death;
At times, the storm’s
Respite is only cause
To prepare for the next.
In such times, hope may
Abandon; the balm for the
Ache lies not there
In the future, but the present,
In the hand, the embrace
Of another.
(March 7, 2018)
