I’ve been a soldier all my life
served with honour,
behind enemy lines.
Fought ferocious battles
with limited weapons.
Captured and tortured—more than once.
Escaped my tormentors—more than once.
Recaptured—more than once.
Changed and scarred;
fighting does that to you.
Tired beyond tired,
ageing rapidly,
seeking peace
before death.
It’s confession time:
my enemy is myself.
I’m a soldier
A warrior.
A survivor.
I thank myself for my service.
On going battle. Interesting work here.
Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. Life often feels like a constant circle to me, everything eventually comes back around. This write made me think of that again, so thank you. Amazing work. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian for your considered comment.
I try not to over complicate or force my writing.A thought just arrives ( at strange moments) that needs to be explored.
For example, while waking this morning I had a simple thought which I haven’t quite been able to expand on…’what is actually real’…might have to work on this one.