War

 

War

 

The only acceptable and most intimate war,

against myself I wage it

to reinvigorate what is withered,

to fructify what life offers,

to raze hatred roots from inception

to cut off evil's flowers at germination.

 

I wonder if it will last a lifetime

with I as both the victim, and the victorious one.

It's my war. It's necessary, not choosen.

It's the war of conscience

up to the shredded synapses

sunken in my gray matter or even rainbow

if so I decide it.

 

I arm myself up to the depth of the marrow

with the awareness of the risk

entwined to my every fiber.

 

I drop the philopacifist bomb

to set my own spirit afire

and have it grow phoenix wings

to fly me to the most earthly heaven.

 

I try to  brandish the word because I am human.

I'm not a mere animal or I'd take many lives

starting with Putin's.

But any bloody war is only the problem

and never the solution.

 

Mikaela Melnic

Mihaela Melnic lives and writes in Rome, Italy where her prose and poetry evolve and take different shapes with every new life experience.Her work has appeared in various journals and magazines, including Ariel Chart journal, Spillwords magazine, Lothlorien Poetry journal, both online and in print. She is the author of the bilingual poetry collection "Change of Seasons" and her latest work "Evermore", was co-authored and released in September 2021 through 17Numa Press.

For more of Melnic's published work visit her website: https://telluricverse.wordpress.com/

Her work has appeared in various  journals and magazines, including Ariel Chart journal, Spillwords magazine, Lothlorien Poetry journal, both online and in print. She is the author of the bilingual poetry collection "Change of Seasons" and her latest work "Evermore", was co-authored and released in September 2021 through 17Numa Press.
For more of Melnic's published work visit her website: https://telluricverse.wordpress.com/