Battle Wounds
I was never good at walking away
feet dragging
legs leaden
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
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Susie sent me 🙂 Just wanted to let you know that I thought this was a beautiful post.
Thanks for visiting! And thanks so much for your kind words! I was just heading over to check out your blog. 🙂
Found you on Susie’s wild party and so glad. I hope we can virtually visit often. Following and sharing!!! Hope this day treats you kindly. 🙂
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My, I read this poem twice, which I don’t often do, I enjoyed your images and message. Oh… Susie sent me.
Thanks! Appreciate your visit and your comment!
Hello, pleased to meet you. Susie sent me today and I’m glad she did. Love the title of your blog. 🙂
Thanks for the visit!