Contentment doth not become thee.
Thou hast dived into a pond of stagnancy.
Confusion hast made thee take a swim
For the two are not synonyms.
Some fences cannot be seen with the naked eye though in the light of honesty their shadows are thrown across the landscape of my heart.
I can choose to let them linger, dividing me from difference under the guise of protection.
But if I am true to that perfect love that casts out fear, then I must let them rot away and remain vigilant to any new creeping construction.
The question is not whose side you’re on.
Rather it is what you have chosen to fight.
Tomorrow you may awake to find yourself alone on a battlefield to find your wounds psychosomatic and the enemy was all in your head.