Purple Heart

'To the veterans of love and war"

I wanted to call her,

but I knew she would ask

about things that I couldn't

tell her.

That maybe I'd slip up

and slide down,

precariously perched

in middle ground;

Once upon a time

in a fairy tale,

I held my own

pain; I cradled it

in swaddling clothes.

I thought that he would be

my savior.

I always thought true love

returned in waving banners

and conquering sons;

She should have known

better anyway, there is a

reason in everything even

in seasons of despair that

only the trust of truth

can see her through.

Things will be,

as they are meant to be,

they can not be anything else.

what is, just is...

A purple heart hangs

upon a wall for valor.

I painted it there myself,

It hangs over her head

to remind her, just

how great the cost.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

This required something a great dealer older than my last review. This reminds me of the books I read about Love and War, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSsS7nmAqc0

[Stacey Watts]

This is a very inspiring and beautiful piece. The words flow smoothly and the pain is felt from losing someone. The sacrifices as well so many make.

[Art Sun]

this is really great...kind of a double sword of thoughts, in love and war there are both winners and losers...you painted it well here and with that last thought cemented the Purple Heart...nice