The last place I want to be
The One place I belong
Sometimes I fear I am evil
That I sleep most soundly;
To the crackling spray of bullets in the distance,
Or the boom and bray of a bomb beyond enemy lines
Sometimes I feel I am cursed
Possessed by minions of the ancient gods of war and death
Aries and Hades
Kumara and Hellar
Guan Yu and Walümbe
Pulling a trigger I’ve come to hate
But also to love
My heart aches
And my soul whithers
Am I at fault;
That the silence of peace haunts me with nightmares
That the lonely hoot of an owl echoes the laments of those I’ve widowed and orphaned
That the nightingale’s song mimicks the tears and agony of loss
And that morning cicadas trill the despair of despondent fathers
Am I at fault,
That the soothing embrace of a spouse,
Opens the gates of my conscience
That it drowns me in remorse
That I see and feel more deeply
That the peace and love of home reminds me,
Of the homes I ripped away from others.
Freedom is not free,
And soldiers pay the bitter price for us all.
I hope you appreciate this.
I hope it brings awareness, patience and empathy for those who serve.
P.S I haven’t read much this week but I will be visiting very soon, to catch up with your sites.
Other posts you might enjoy from this week;
- Needs of Nature #poetry and #prose
- The Saturday Symphony #23 (Addict)
- Memoirs of fantasy. #Haiku reflections
- The music of the Forests
Stay safe everyone. Stay loving.