To Live

Demeter_1_by_ladeshBy: Ladesh

I fan my fingers willfully

Across my chest

I know that violence

Is not a surrogate for love

But I’ve spent my whole life

In defense of freedom


Some people are born

An accessory to war

Others are born

To bare fruit


You are the harvest Goddess

I watch you toil and sow

My expression one

Of awe and envy


I’d trade anything

For your white robes

For the spotless bastions

Of a blessed youth


My arms are harnessed

In coarse brown sleeves

Amidst heart fragments

And razor-blade smiles


I want to live and in living be