Battlegrounds

Oh, it's gonna be a battle, a great brawl-an uprising in the midst.

Must the complexities of life arise to take control of this?

A big show down of the massive entities reigning supreme over all others present;

A battle is arising on the battlegrounds.

Battleground, territory, the place of this magnified challenge, is in preparation for a fest;

A fest of the top emotions brewing in this contest.

Not Tyson, not Ali, Balboa, nor Holy field;

But this is indeed a battle of what she is suppose to feel.

It's containing the limits, and suppressed notions that aren't acknowledged, but exist;

Exhale with no air;

Breathing with suffocation;

Submitting the unreleased;

Reviving the sedation.

A battle is arising on the battlegrounds.

Fear; and emotional response to death and anger-well responding is underway.

But not as a hidden measure, but as an out pour of her mind's replay.

Relentless visions appearing as the present;

Not full as a moon but only its crescent;

Shielding off wounds as they didn't exist;

Warding off emotions others can't resist.

A battle is arising on the battlegrounds.

Surrender, submit, release the guard that's been put in place;

Much like the common passage, in order to see we must first taste.

But the issue in this matter is that her buds may not align,

For with the taste of surrendering there is no single warning sign.

Elevating with a decline;

Rising with a fall;

Complete with an emptiness;

Going forth with a stall.

A battle is arising on the battlegrounds.

LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!

Fear and surrender take your place.

Lying dormant so long has worn out its welcome, and now this uprising is making haste.

The best will reign and supercede that which is in the opposition -known as defeat;

A battle is arising on the battlegrounds;

Heart and soul take your seat.