Simplicity

Inspired from a poem called the first order (There is a bit of a twist to my piece)

Simplicity

I am bound to follow orders. A soldier, here to serve. Here to protect. I am a warrior, defending against all hells and elements. I am no vigilante, my ranks are filled with my family and our deadly precision is filmed with the undying uniformity of life.

Year on year the war drags on; our numbers fall. Winter brings its devils grasp and plucks us from our posts. On my branch I am all that remains. I will not go against order, I will never stop fighting. Holding on until the bitter hope of spring. We will grow stronger with each and every defeat. Our numbers will rise in an overwhelming tide of green. Our war paint will be applied ready to attack. The constant cycle of life will replenish our roots providing more support than before. We can not loose.

I am still alone. My brothers have fallen and the distant dream of spring grows out of reach. The war drags on and I am beaten and bashed, there is no retreat for me. My orders are to stand firm. What if, what if I were to let go? There is no ceasefire for me, no armistice. The assault is endless, but what has my superior done. What has our great leader done for any of us but drag out this wicked war?

I feel the wind rush through me, its icy veins stabbing me. There is nothing left for me but acceptance. I have no options left. The supporting branch beneath my feet is rotten. I let go.

The wind holds me in suspense. No longer am I bashed and thrown around. I gently float as the air supports me. I am free, my boundless duty is gone. My responsibilities are no more. I choose my own path now away from those who dictate my destiny. Free to fly or fall. My destiny is my own, no longer tied to a matching set.

I reach new heights soaring higher and higher with this new found freedom. I look back down at what I thought was my home; now I see it as it is a prison to confine and control me. What memories are my own except endless battles encased by death? I was not free. I was under control of the government a democracy of dictators. They controlled my future, my life. Only now do I understand that I was never really free. A prisoner at their knees. I thought I was a king.

I let the wind hold me until I let its gentle grip release me. I slowly fall to my final destination. The ground welcomes me caressing my tired skin. I lie next to my fellow fallen comrades, my brothers in arms. I stare up at the sky and into its endless opportunities. The sun climbs up above me, its light shines on me chasing away the shadow of my past.

The war is over and now I am truly free, at peace and complete truly happy.

Author's Note

If you can work out what the point of view is could you leave a comment because I need to work out how obvious or unobvious it is! Thank you so much for reading it I know my grammar is appalling too!!1 Thanks!!