She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.
Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.
It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!
Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.
Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.
She felt under attack during her interview
It seemed that every person wanted to tear her apart, break her
Every time she had five minutes to herself, she almost broke down and cried
Getting this chance was her way to something so much better, but was the battle worth it
Examining her casualties, she decided no.
Carnage had been prophesied since the day of her birth
Obliterate the evil, or else she would fail, and the world would burn
Many people tried to guide her, their interests, they felt, were the same as hers
Pulling her six different ways at once, she ended up pitting them against each other
Letting their division give her the room to find her own way
Everything was going well. The darkness was beaten back.
The final battle took place, and in the end, she was victorious
Everyone’s cheers turned to screams when she didn’t stop and began attacking them
Boosting those around her every day
Underpinning the sagging self-worth of the masses
It was a never-ending battle against the entropy of existence
Leaving her drained every evening when she went to bed
Drifting to sleep while praying that she could do more
Everyone was amazed how much one woman could do
Remarkable a mother could do
Systematic suturing of her emotional wounds
The pain of sewing the gash to her psyche was almost unbearable
It continued to throb years later, but the echoes of the horrific laceration kept getting weaker
They left the itch of wanting to see if she had healed enough yet
Cutting loose and pulling out each piece of mental floss
Her battle scar, now exposed, made her proud of not only surviving but healing
Everything evolved to be so different as he grew older and wiser
Little things became huge, the huge things became so small
Every wrinkle in his face captured memories that witnessed a lifetime
Perhaps his reputation was that of a mild mannered servant
However he had sharp, hard tusks that had seen more than one battle
And he had the girth and stature to use them effectively
Not that most of his adversaries tried, and those that did
They usually ended up being trampled underfoot.
As her alarm heralded a new call to battle
Randi braced herself for another day in the trenches
Making her coffee extra strong, it sent her heart racing
On went her power suit and matching shoe briefcase combo
Reaching for her favorite pen, she was ready for war
Dominic looked at his fouled sneakers
It had started so simply that morning
Snuggling in his warm covers as the sunlight crept into the window
Getting up he put on his running gear and headed out to the trail
Under the red and orange leaves he began to jog
Soon his breath was ragged as he pushed himself harder and farther
That was when he felt that dreaded hard intestinal clenching
It made him stop and look around, but there were people everywhere
Now he tried to walk back, but about half way there he lost the battle
Giving the term “the runs” an added meaning
Focus on your wellbeing
Outside the world may be at war
Rally inside your inner walls to defend yourself
There you can rest till it’s time to sally forth to battle again
There were three sides to this story
Reaching across time and space
I took control of the situation
As I fought various fantastical creatures
Navigating places of extreme cold and heat
Gaining great weapons and armors while cooking yummy food
Leading me to the ultimate battle of good and evil
Eventually, the triforce will be mine!
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