I'm just making my everyday travels and what do I see?
A beautiful soldier limping past me...
Clothes tattered and bloody
Boots worn and muddy
It was apparent that her last battle had been awfully ugly.
The look on her face was not one of pain though...
Her sanguine-stained cheeks were filled with an anguish she sought to vanquish
And now too deep in this quest, she was beginning to languish
I could not conceive nor believe that this woman that looked to be kin to Eve
Only wanted love, yet men continued to bereave...
It made no sense.
But in my stupor, I made my way to her.
Never had I seen such erosion of character...
The bullet holes in her clothes showed that men had taken shots
But her bulletproof vest of confidence made sure she didn't get got
Her abdomen was the cleanest part of what was left of her uniform...
The arms she once hugged with were now dragging along
The smile that once shined forth was now lagging along,
With her entire demeanor. The meaner the enemies,
The harder she fought to love sensibly...
But those men were impossible...
They had hearts that weren't unlockable..
Waited until they got to know you before they began to show you,
That their blows weren't blockable.
Like spies on enemy sides, they took your info and used against you
But you were a true lover...putting your essence on the line in every fight you got into...
Your knuckles are bare...a pale representation of your true skin tone
And there are lines on your face...each place where your skin's gone.
Tears of acid did it to you...tears of pain and hurt covered in rain and dirt.
You were left to die after every battle
Each man leaving a scar like a brand on a cattle...
You limp, legs languid from standing up to near insurmountable lies
Your boots are hackneyed from kicking the BS back at these guys
But no other place is as affected as your eyes...
Once a beautiful color, but now as dull as a morning sky with no sunrise
Instead of the black and white you were given, you tried to see in hues
But in this vision logicality was missin', so you continued to lose...
It came to the point where you had to choose
Either start fighting back and make them pay their dues
Or remain idyllic and face near insufferable blues...
Ranging from sky to royal to navy, they came to down you
Reality came crashing down around you
Leaving lacerations all over...
But even then, you continued to fight.
Like a martyr for love, you were battling for what was right
What was YOUR right: the right to a good, honest love.
You've held up nicely, I must give you credit
But love is a battlefield, and I'm here to play medic.
Let's heal these wounds and make sure you convalesce
We're fighting for the same cause...maybe our hearts can coalesce.
-A. Lewis
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