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The Solider
The solider, rising after every fall
Sword poised to swing, each strike to the enemy
mirrored in their own heart and soul
No respite, no room to breathe
Each breath, each heartbeat the challenge
in the great battle of staying alive
It wouldn't even be falling, but free-falling
into the darkness of the well, all know the one
The well so deep, so vast that stars shine at noon
and can barely been seen.
Perhaps here, there will be healing rest
for the soldier who so wants to live
yet doubts the world wants the same for them
Sword poised to swing, each strike to the enemy
mirrored in their own heart and soul
No respite, no room to breathe
Each breath, each heartbeat the challenge
in the great battle of staying alive
It wouldn't even be falling, but free-falling
into the darkness of the well, all know the one
The well so deep, so vast that stars shine at noon
and can barely been seen.
Perhaps here, there will be healing rest
for the soldier who so wants to live
yet doubts the world wants the same for them
Published 3rd Jun 2024
Author's Note
Just a little write about the feelings that go into fighting what feel like unending battles for numerous reasons daily.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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4th Jun 2024 3:31pm
We are all here for a reason. We matter. What we bring to the tale of life matters. And anything else one may be apt to believe is bullshit and living on another's perception of them rather than their own of life. Focusing forward on your heart's path is what's important.
“I am sore wounded but not slain
I will lay me down and bleed a while
And then rise up to fight again”
― John Dryden
“I am sore wounded but not slain
I will lay me down and bleed a while
And then rise up to fight again”
― John Dryden
