Crushed on every side–
No time to breath, move, find myself.
The enemies’ breath is down my neck.
I am lost.
I cannot see.
I am losing the will to fight.
But if I were an eagle,
Soaring the heights on a thermal breath of living peace–
Would I see how far I’ve come?
Would I see my fellow fighters riding in to save the day?
Would I see the final enemy falling at my feet?
If I press on just a little more,
Do I get the victory this time
Instead of cutting off my own sword hand?