Shield

Because the shields are born out of fire,

They thrive on pressure.

Battlefield is where they are called to.

When bullets explore towards you,

When the silvery teeth blink from sheath,

Shields are called upon, to tank it all, and then push back.

Guarding its realm of space, they thrive.

When you see a fire, run towards it.

For the shields are with you as always.

8.2.2021

Running On A Rope

Deep contemplation and years of encounters,

Thousands of practices may have prepared for this sprint

A challenge visited like a whimsical hail storm, a quick sand in a vast desert,

Your question prompts series of serious decisions to be made.

Do I know enough?

Do I risk my time?

Uncertain slope of the rope is to be ignored with a sprint.

Only fingers that are crossed may do something about this business.

8.1.2021