Warring Voices
Dreams beat bloody, full of worry,
Struggling with her insignificance,
Handwriting on paper with such eloquence,
Trying hard to calm the fury.
A week and a half ago the battle began.
Writing bravely with all her might
Into the wee hours of the night,
She took cover, sought solitude and ran�
�In search of peaceful coexistence.
Will warring voices never end,
Or will they continue until her will they bend?
Soulful struggle with painful resistance.
Drawing sword to stave off angry beast,
Perhaps it'll know when the cannons roar
She'll not be battling anymore.
Now it'll leave her to be, at least.
Battle-weary and on broken wing,
To stop her voice cannot be done.
Better luck stifling her heart with a gun.
Amazingly she's still able to sing.
Warrior always, pen and paper in hand,
On she goes, no matter her plight,
To battle warring voices in the night,
On her left ring finger a golden band.
� Kathee Tschudy, December 3, 1997
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