Souldiers

I understand soldiers now, I think. Ready to give their all for one sole purpose of the freedom of others. Going into full forced missions with willing hearts and knowing that one could not come back alive, I think that’s all part of this. Maybe I always knew I’d come back home in the casket you chose for yourself. I’m a soldier on my back with little air left in my lungs, dust is forming around me, and I’m watching the impeding darkness that I fought against fall as you are set free. I’m on my back and I know that this fight was right, I know that when I close my eyes and return to the dust that my duty will have been done. Loving you was like war and you were the yellow ribbons tied around the oak trees that begged me to go back to where I came from. I don’t know when this desert sand will settle or when I will have something to give again, but when I do- I’ll most likely want to use it on you.