Hell and Peace

I've been through hell

several times.

I have my passport,

if I ever want to go back.

Sometimes

the familiarity

of the flames and brimstone

call to me

like a sirens song.

There I know

what to do.

In times of peace,

it's hard to put down

the shield and sword

for a rocking chair.

It's so nice,

serene.

But, my nerves, primed,

vibrate.

Ready for a war

that isn't coming.

You can take

a woman out of

the fire.

But, you can't take

the fire out of her.

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