The Endless Battle

When I write and finally manage to say what it is I want to say, I know it. There is moment when I nail it on the head, say it accurately and adequately enough for the expression I want to have, and I know it. I might tweak it, but I already ‘got’ it. This time I decided not to tweak once I ‘got’ it.

As the world wings round invariably
in its net, by its strings, would I be bound.
But as its tension closes in
the whirling lightness of a blade
seeks to save another day,
defending, dodging always hacking,
twirl and slash, almost attacking–
And I feel them      ever fighting      on.

Yet there’s something made
‘tween strings and blade,
‘tween mind and eye and eye and hand,
in the silent peace of no man’s land,
before unknown unmakes us all–
We live, we learn, we love,     we stand     tall. 

Edit: I might add, the basis for this poem is that my life has become a bit hectic lately with many ‘real world’ demands (the world’s strings), and  though it seems as if my life will continue this way for some time to come, I am not unhappy – indeed quite the opposite.