08/10/2019
Blistered…
Raw, real, unfiltered
Weary in all brazen surrender
Hidden within wounds uncovered
Wounded…
Hurt, torn, undaunted
In all glory of his tattered armor
Smiling, strong, my one true warrior
Broken…
Defeated, tired, unspoken
Striding across stones and wreckage
Of what used to be my regal visage
Found…
Shaken, faith unbound
I stood there frozen, hope forsaken
Barren of life and death mistaken
—
” He showed me his scars,
(Madeline Miller)
and in return he let me pretend
that I had none. “
Sparkles and Poetry 