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War Zone
Every night I walked through the door
Your combat boots would trip me
And I would quietly move them
So your combat hands wouldn’t hit me
In the morning you’d lace them up
Stomping dirt around the floor
And I would tiptoe sweeping behind
The mess you trudged but blamed me for
When you left I’d release my breathe
Your heavy footsteps rattled by bones
And I would still creep on my bare feet
Because our house remained a war zone
Your combat boots would trip me
And I would quietly move them
So your combat hands wouldn’t hit me
In the morning you’d lace them up
Stomping dirt around the floor
And I would tiptoe sweeping behind
The mess you trudged but blamed me for
When you left I’d release my breathe
Your heavy footsteps rattled by bones
And I would still creep on my bare feet
Because our house remained a war zone
Published 17th Feb 2024
| Edited 30th Jul 2024
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Combat boots
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17th Feb 2024 10:54am
Thank you for your kind encouragement and hello xx it is not my usual writing style and I’m happy to hear that it caught your eye
17th Feb 2024 11:32am
What you wrote was so clear and visceral in my mind.
I'm ever so sorry if this happened to you.
You conveyed it excellently.
I'm ever so sorry if this happened to you.
You conveyed it excellently.
17th Feb 2024 2:13pm
I am grateful that it is behind me & many lessons have been learned.
Your comment means a great deal to me xx
Thank you
Your comment means a great deal to me xx
Thank you
22nd Feb 2024 6:49pm
I'm sorry this has happened to you. Really strong write. Well executed.
22nd Feb 2024 9:53pm
