BattleA Poem by CheyenneSomething I wrote when I going through a rough patch in my relationship. It is about the end of the relationship.
The smoke clears and we begin to gather what is left of ourselves.
I abandon my tears as I reach for my mask. I rise proud and strong, facing the truth of our defeat. My cold face hard against the wind. My insides shake like dead leaves caught in a fall storm. My cheeks still stained with the blood of fallen soldiers. How can I say not to cry? How can I claim it will be alright? That we may have lost the battle, but we have not lost the war? The weight of blame sits heavy upon my shoulders forcing my knees back to the ground. I can feel the first cool raindrops dance on the back of my hanging head. I let my tears become one with the rain. Tomorrow, I will be brave. Tomorrow, it will be alright. Tomorrow, I will throw away my shield and beg him to stay.
© 2016 CheyenneAuthor's Note
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