The Warrior

"You have so many scars
And you walk with a distinct limp
Have you just come home from war?"
Asked the fellow with a wink.

"Yes I've been through many battles
Lost a few but still  survived
Bullets ran out in those hurdles
By sheer grace I am alive!"

The warrior stammered words
Shaking hands exposed the past
His eyes showed what he suffered
And his smile, forced -did not last.

"Comrades left me in the field
When the fighting had gone fierce
But my resolve would not yield
I fought through blood,  sweat and  tears.

A gentle voice firm and brave
Said "This is our Human Strife,
For true living is what I gave
Through the endless battles of life.

Copyright~~~All rights reserved~~~CynthiaBuhainBaello~~~05.04.13

Reviews

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Nice poem about a warrior.
We are all warriors in this world for life is a complex game we play. We have to survive in each test given to us. We have to pass every trial. We have to be good players....good warriors of our kind.

Nice poem, Kabayan. :)

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank you Dhaye, I wanted to title this "Survivor" but the battles are still on -so the title. Glad you liked it.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

You're welcome. :)

[Keith]

Beautifully written and you have succesfully greated vivid images of people who bear the scars of a hard life. Love your work Cynthia.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank you Keith, a very short poem about my own battles :-)