Battle Cry

[Michelle Davis]

Lost in an endless black night, unable to see or comprehend the surroundings, like a child ignorant of the looming danger, I totter on the cliff's edge. Conscious of the drop, but unable to gauge the distance, I feel pulled to the sheer drop. Emotions have wrapped themselves tightly around my face so that I can neither see nor breathe in the relief that my heart tells me is there. Lines of worry, fear, and pain have etched out the words "even the mightiest too shall fall" across my countenance and though I read them, I feel helpless to erase. The strong facade crumbles as the true inner bitterness begins to show it's fangs to the world, and though I struggle to preserve the pieces left of my heart from more trauma, I know I have given away too many to be successful in the fight. Alone in the night I stand, battling beside those who cannot hear my battle cry or understand that I am trying to save us all.

[Angela]

I am holding a good thought for you, and your words are deeply powerful.

[Michelle Davis]

Thank you all. I know I had said I probably wouldn't be posting for a while, it's just that I can't NOT write....especially when I'm finding life difficult. Writing keeps my sanity from leaving entirely. I appreciate the support from you all so very much. I apologize to any who tires of the emotional roller coaster and completely understand if you simply stop reading.

[bolton carley]

it's often hard to be the caretaker and lead others out of misery which is painfully obvious in your writing. but stay true to your cause.

[Harry]

I have a feeling this is a bit autobiographical from the comments but I'll just commnet on the intensity and the appropriatness of the title. This does seem like a battle cry, with the warriors back against the wall and resolves deminished but still fighting on.

Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

[Glen Green]

Keep on.

[Gita]

You may feel that you are fighting the battle alone, but you are not. We hear you. Let us help.