Wounded Warriors

 

I found myself hiding from life

As an army of false narratives paved the way

I fervently clung to illusions and lies

Now, I quiet my steps, to hear the song of the birds.

slowing my pace, haunted by unforgotten words

Actions driven deep, sharp pains, 

A venemous residue as society clutches ever so tightly

to the trauma of our past

We have all walked upon glass, as our Ancestors burials

were meant to erase injury without pardon

a complex world

and as we evaluate what now lies before us

Unforgiving

but in the deepest recess of our collective memory

we shall come to see that the very nature of humans

can also be, kind and nurturing

and so it must be, for this is 

humanities gargantuan Last Stand.