Of The Page

A lady of the page visits me sometimes

I’ve never seen her, but I know her words

Not sure what she sees in me, but I read

She explains what she hears me say

In words that cannot be written another way

Believes that the ugly can become beauty

Assures me they can’t see the factions

The warriors for a cause I do not know

Both hemispheres divided equally

No peace accord to be signed

She wrestles them out on paper

So I might understand the war effort

The one being waged inside of me

Says it’s th...