Rory SMITH

Rest your gun
Release your weapon
Soften your stance
Unclench your jaw
For I am done,
For you have won.

The battle ceases
I walk
You win, you think
I smile
You celebrate
I, expected to commiserate
You think I’ve lost
The results say
But that matters not to me,
For I don’t see it that way.

Inside,
My mind rests
My body releases
My heart softens
My soul unclenches

For I am done,
But I have won

                                          

                                         Rory Smith