Battle Hard
Lost out there,
Battle scarred and weakened by the strikes,
Still standing.
Gazing into the distance one thousand yards out,
filled with fog,
the haze of memories, faces, times, places
gone.
Down this line starring at futures past
One step forward,
foreign, fragile and shaky,
Surveying the battle field of life,
the casualties inflicted
and those wounded in my sight.
Time changes,
it moves the past
forever changed to fit a mood
highlighted by fear.
My shoreline is slapped with the cleansing oceans spray,
Peaceful,
Solace.
Quiet with time to reflect,
Learning from this life,
understanding more of myself,
Moving where I need to be.
Battle Scarred and strong
The Laughs and drinks,
the victory remaining,
Reviewed, re-played.
Remembering
My Battle Scars
Are my Medals of Courage.
Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015
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