Battle Ground

I could stay. I could be comfortable and pretend I don’t hear the sound of battle in the distance and horizons untouched. I could block off the longing for the better way and close my eyes to the need for someone to lead the way. It would probably be easier, but I cannot. I was made to blaze the open trail and fire the cannons of disturbance to the social norm and well-oiled machines. I was born to sing a different song, and call all who will hear to see there’s more, there’s doors to unlock, and skies to soar in. I will war, and I will with all my heart. I won’t quit.

I won’t stay in the comfort. I will go; I will follow the fire and laugh in the adventure of the victory.