A Journey

A poem that turns into a story.

        A Journey

My mind willows in the seams of what most call dreams,

the heart of the explosions passes through those rare emotions,

the enrichment of ones heart never drives by those side roads,

a princess never turns that frog to its expected throne, 

there's a girl who never finds a place to call home,

and a boy who was always left alone, 

a child who seeks for a fathers attention,

a brother who needs redirection,

The dreams become real,

those rare emotions become side roads,

the princess is now a queen,

 the one true incredible dream,

the girl finds her home,

 the boy was never once left alone,

the child is young, 

forever ones love,

The brother becomes a soldier, 

he's forever growing older,

he fights his wars,

and may loose his battles,

he has scars that show is life was hard to handle,

his mind stares blank while he looks back,

a blast from the past was all he had asked,

as he thinks of those memories,

the side road where he had met Melanie,

the princess that made him who he was supposed to be,

his child, if only he could see

And to be that Father and Brother to his entire family 

As he lays alone on those cold windy nights,

the air is frigid and the war had sights,

people lay sleeping as noise abrupt the air,

flashes of light,

 there were bombs everywhere,

cold and scared there he lied,

his adrenaline and partner nearly died,

he jumps in the fight, 

and there he goes,

back to his family in Orlando,

People sit weeping, 

and wiping their tears,

his mother wipes his face thinking of all those years,

his wife and son stand still and alone,

while the King had finally left his throne,

those side road memories were all they had, 

she never thought she would feel this bad,

the blast from the past is what she needed,

his unspoken words nearly bled,

His son,

to young to understand,

would some day know his father was a brave man,

as he grew older he is able to see,

what a good man his father wanted him to wanted to be,

there he stood tall in his ironed uniform, 

his mother shrunk,

 from the age she grew,

nestled in her little boys arm she knew,

he was a man,

 a soldier indeed,

she was a proud mother,

her soul was now free,

The King and Queen sit there in their throne,

forever looking down on what they called home,

their son now happily married with three, 

sits on his chair reading by his favorite tree,

Abby, Joe, and Arlene,

his children forever his dream

Author's Note

I'm open to feedback, feel free.

Reviews

[idiotproof--1]

really good poem. near the end you say "wanted him to wanted to be" I think you meant "wanted him to want to be" or just "wanted him to be" other then that though this was a great poem. I really enjoyed reading it.

[sonnie ibadah]

very nice imagery, well told story. Nice work!

[JC]

A beautiful poem/story and look at the duality of war and those that it affects. I was a contractor in Afghanistan and this hits home. Great write.

[Demii]

Thanks for your touching review, I'm glad you're safe!

[Jordan Smith]

I loved this poem/story Demii. It had wonderful imagery, as well as heart in this piece. Great job :) Can't wait to read more from you :)

[Demii]

Awe, Thank you so much for your wonderful review. :) Much appreciated !!

[Jordan Smith]

Your Welcome :)