Tell me how to breathe
In a field of hope
I’m so used to the battle
Anticipating the fights
The enemy fire
Tell me how to relax
When the air is calm
Not toxic or electric
Or filled with jealousy
How do I thrive
In a world of peace
When rage and fear
Are the chaotic norm
I was trained in this world
So I’m not sure I’d fit in
To any kind of Heaven
HASTYWORDS 
The armor of the battle seems welded on, become our skin. The courage to take it off in this world can be hard to find.
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HASTY – Something to learn
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Wonderful poem and an excellent imagination 👍🤝
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