He Could
he could say
I love the light in your eyes
the fire that can't be extinguished
could tell the child this too will pass
that the sun will hide tonight and return tomorrow
he could touch
the tears pleading to be kissed
dropping upon her ragged cloth desperately reaching
feet so bare so long
weathered with protection
her only protection
so resistant that storms of innocent love
might never wash the miles of learned hate away
he could be a father today
a surrogate mother tonight
a caregiver tomorrow
even the scorpion he sometimes dreams of
stinging the threats
of insanity behind the rocks
or buried in the sand
waiting
always ready
always vengeful
he could be
a poster boy
for bravery
a saint in armored vestments
one who knows everyone thinks they're right
and never admits they're wrong
he could be
the pawn knowing patience and strategy
will bring the edge to him
will provide the last square on the board
to resurrect the queen
he could
but...
he is a battlefield medic
one who dreams as if he'll live forever
and lives as if he'll die today
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Wonderful prose Odin to enlighten others
Love and Light
Lily
some never find who they are even when it is almost to late.
Budd
They say he was shellshocked. Just another name for PTSD.
Ron