I was never good at walking away
so I push. . .
barrages of gunfire from the arsenal
which is my wounded soul
you stand and take it all like a soldier
I wonder where your armor has come from
and how you dodge my bullets
Why do you stay?
What makes you dig in
and establish a bunker which can’t be penetrated by my ammunition?
You should retreat
run far away from my enemy lines
and the grenades I lob to keep you at a distance
But you don’t.
You stay strong through the fire fight
never once raising the white flag of surrender
Always my hero
setting me free from this prisoner of war camp I’ve constructed for myself