I hope it's okay for me to share my poetry here. Please tell me to stop if it's not...in the meantime
When did my body declare war,
Do you think?
Perhaps the exploding brain
Was my warning shot,
My not-too-gentle suggestion
That hostilities had commenced.
But now the shots come quicker,
And some fierce resistance groups,
Some terrorist cells in my body,
Have decided to break my bones.
I feel the fires in fingers and knees,
The searing catch-and-crackle
Of blazes ruinous and enduring,
Like coal-fires burning underground,
Or the deep tides of forests alight.
I feel it there in my bones,
But it is my spirit that wavers.
How much can one heart do,
How many wars
Can one fight?
-M Statham 2015
I am striving for acceptance as much as anything, I think. But I'd really settle for giving the Weevil a serious kicking.