WARRIOR

A Message to Readers: We spent far too much time fighting. Perhaps not all the wars we partake in are physical, with real bloodshed, but it is ignorant to assume that every argument, every plan to exact revenge, every spiteful statement is not a battle in itself. Dislike, disdain and despair have become an integral part of our lives. We hate on other people, we curse and wish horrible things on our enemies, we wish our lives were better and demand that fate treat us better. Does it not get exhausting to be a warrior, all the time? Do you not want to retreat and feel at peace? Do you not, for once, take off the armor and taste the fresh air, without the stench of loss and gunpowder mixed in it? 

(Picture from Pexels)

Setting down the damaged umbrella

I let the force of the sharp rainfall

Wash over me, stinging wounds

New and old, brandings of a warrior

A uniqueness worn somewhat proudly.

The slurs thrown, insensitive at best

Spiteful at worst, targeted skillfully and

Aimed to expose, cut wide open, lay bare

To injury the soul of innocents, by spying

Enemies infiltrating in as well-wishers.

Stumbling down on the uneven battlefield

Gunpowder stinging more than just my chest

I gaze at the ruins of bloated egos, creeping

Disappointment turning arms limbs, with

Only the cry of war keeping me alive.

Fallen soldiers, friend and foe, faceless

Their drifting souls wander about destruction, 

Weighing the cost of losing happiness and 

True love to the Drive of being 

Victorious in immature conflicts.

Retreating away from irreversible damage

As dawn breaks, the campsite is filled with

Regret, despair and torturous silence,

Of conscience bleeding itself dry

Preparing itself for another battle.

For a split second, I find myself alone

Thoughts snatched to create a mindless

Warrior returning, memories of sweet smiles  

And warmth of a better time, making me 

Embrace the broken beauty of the world.