This stirring,
This war within me,
I catch glimpses of the conflict,
In the shivers down my spine,
And the tingles along my skin,
Moonlight offers little respite,
I work,
I war,
The light inside
Silently shouts at me,
To wake up,
I do not know all that morning will bring,
But I know it will usher in a call
That I must answer.
