The fingers still move

Tired dead on the keyboard.


I was asked to choose

Between red-stained eyes

And anger-filled heart.


I sacrificed my hands instead

And allowed the blood

To flow from the tips of my fingers

And hoped that the pain would seep out too.


The Wall Of Fear

Photo by Yaoqi Lai

Looming up,

An insurmountable wall.

It glories in her defeat,

Rises in her fall.


But she has something

Worth fighting for.

She may lose all her battles

But she will win the war.