Unsettled soul

My soul quivers

At the sight

Or thought of

My current situation.

My soul is unsettled

For I know I am

Made for great things.

So why am I going

Through this?

Why am I here?

If I could close

My eyes to end up

In the finishing line

Of this current race

I would be glad.

My soul is unsettled.

I must go through

This to acquire

The skills.

I must calm this

Soul of mine.

I must state

The facts.

For my mind will

Not take control.

I have already

Won that war.

I will not go back

To become a prisoner

Of an empty war field.