Battle-Born

A Poem by UnrestedFaith

Something I wrote about the path of life that was chosen for me and my better half..

We are building day by day constantly fighting uphill against the winds. We are battle-worn but not battle-torn. The thorns of life pierced our flesh relentlessly as we trudged through the abyss. The lingering twilight is slowing, fading into the dawn of morrow bringing with it hope. Battered and bruised, we push on... knowing one day that hope and faith will fail us. We will be battle-torn. Nothing left to commit. As we lay blood-soaked in the hollowness, the breeze will carry our last breath into the heavens... Whispers... I'm still here... Our tattered and broken burdens rust and wither into the stains in which the Ash tree is born. Seeping from it's trunk, the echoes of hope radiate into the abyss, grasping onto the thorns of life.