Author's Note: I wrote this after a long writer's block I was struggling to get away from. I hadn't written a poem in months, and I was like a desert wanderer, lost, without any good ideas to get myself out of the hole I was in. But today (April 18th, 2001) I sat down at the computer, and began to write. . . And the words practically flowed from my fingers. Well, maybe not flowed, but it was certainly much easier to write a poem than I had imagined it would after the clouds cleared up, and I was able to write again.
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Somehow, I know this war will end
Soon, before it's time.
Countless moments, I've wished it would,
Never thinking my wish would change it's destiny,
But now I know that it will end,
I have a brand new kind of sadness,
The fear of losing all my friends,
And the war,
That has kept me safe,
And kept me hidden,
From the life I left behind,
But no matter what I wish for now,
Somehow, I know this war will end. . .
Soon, before it's time.