The Battle

The Battle
By Allie Marie

The air heavy like stones
falls carelessly to the ground.
I cannot breathe
when you’re around.
But, now
the trumpets have sound.

Will you face me?
Or better yet
turn to the looking glass
and you will see
all battles begin
with what you’re afraid to be.

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