poetry

The Soldier's Plight

Soldier:

Am I a hypocrit,
Gaining income on the back of military might?
Do I fit
Within a world that subdues my light?
My fertile flair
Bruised, stamped upon by spirit-crushing stripes.
Do I care
About their petty politics, their power-yearning gripes?

Oh, my love,
To be a porpoise in an open turquoise sea,
A dove
With silver tips that sing to me they're free.
An open page
Of opportunity, the start of story told,
A cage
Thrust open, walk out, be true, be bold.

His Love:

Discard the chains,
Embrace the sun and moon alike.
Remove the stains
Of resentment, take up your pen and strike.
You have the will,
But you need to find the way to reach your aim.
The hill
To climb, go forth and stake your claim.

You can be
The first fall of snow within a child's life.
To me,
The one whose arms around you fold, your wife,
You are the wind
And the far off tales that it brings,
A swallow that sings
Of beauty in the birth of spring.

Soldier:

I hear your cry,
But my heart is wrapped beneath a barbing wire.
I sigh
As frustration pushes hard on my desire
For liberty,
An unimpeded horse that bolts across the plains,
Free
To live a life without its suffocating reigns.

Oh, my love,
To be an ocean that licks its lips in cliff-top caves.
To fly above
The mountain-tops and soar across the waves.
Dancing
With the horses before they roll into the shore,
Prancing
With the butterflies, through the flowers to explore.

His Love:

Then flight
To earn a place within the world your heart desires.
The night
Stars, reach out and hold within your palms their fires.
You have the chance
To take this tangled fiend and drive its thorns away,
Take stance
In your belief in God, close your eyes my love and pray.

You can be
A newborn lamb, an intrepid world beheld.
To me
You are the voiceless child who's found the words and yelled,
Behold!
The trees of darkness that surround me I have felled,
The cold
Within the deepest glades expelled.

Soldier:

No longer
Do I sit, solitary against stripe's prejudice.
Stronger
Now to build a bridge across this strange abyss.
With you,
Our hands held tight, shall face this open sea,
With truth
I'll climb the trail that God intended me.