Won Week / Week Well Won

I wade deeper. Ever so cautious ever so vigilant,

Why? I am wary of an attack, an attack of the past, 

An attack in my present also comes from the past, as it bleeds into my future,

So diligent.

Wrought in rust, from when I had come last.

Will my scars open, hurting again? Will they hold, the suture?

This is My Monday.

I gather myself,

I compose and gather my wits about me & plan my movements,

This day is for war!

Is the answer in this arsenal, this exquisitely curated bookshelf?

I heave in this chaotic jungle, lost in the midst of the Sea of Moments.

I am ready for gore.

Temperate Tuesday.

War wages and chaos reigns,

I cry and laugh in hyper-mania!

Just two days and this is my state.

Use whatever I can find to my advantage, even what binds me: My chains.

I pull myself up, even as it sets in: The asthenia.

I change, succumbing to the pressure and the stress, I change my gait.

Wanderlust Wednesday.

I break. Its only a matter of time.

The cracks spread and I shatter,

Shards of Me fall and fracture my reality.

Haven't the laws themselves made my crime?

I will die, knowing how I failed. This WILL come. I can hear them chatter.

To whom do I swear my fealty?

Thermonuclear Thursday.

Hope. Hope and Rain.

I smile, maybe not in vain?

Valour. I tap into my reserves.

The end is near, I pull myself and hold against the grain.

I do not need to live up to THEIR expectations, why should my ambitions be slain?

I heed my own voice for once, My energy I conserve.

Functional Friday.

Socialize. Mingle. Heal.

Thrum with my spirit.

This is my reckoning. Do not mistake me, I am the avenger here.

I bleed as I have bled. I Feel.

I will not waste time being satiric.

I need this cheer.

Symmetric Saturday.

I rise. As I fell.

I prepare for another onslaught.

I am not weak for this week. 

I will raze Hell.

This is not a long-shot.

My future is not bleak.

Serene Sunday.