A Fighter Of The Good Fight
Forgive but never forget
He lays slumbering in his dreams of hope and courage,
Running rampage against the enemies of his mind,
Sword flashing as he defeats the insipid demons,
Destroying all of his enemies in kind.
**
When he wakes he wonders at his chronic exhaustion,
Forgetting he’s spent the night fighting the good fight,
He struggles with the tempo of the daylight hours,
Wearily trying to untangle every muscle that feels tight.
**
His smile is a glossary of hidden meanings,
His eyes lie to those who wish not to see,
His feelings are shadowed by his pretension,
And he keeps his thoughts under lock and key.
**
Sunday’s are for introspective analysis,
A day every week that’ll give him an excuse to sit and write,
He’ll wallow in the words that spasm uncontrollably across the page,
Fleeing his mind from dawn to late in the night.
**
He cries the tears of the absolved innocent,
Warding the following days from the sorrow and deep despair,
Feelings he locks within a chamber deep within his heart,
Dreaming of the day he’ll find the strength to soften and repair.
**
He stands against his world in a solitary manner,
Finding he is happiest when he wanders alone,
Trusting the ability of his wounds to guard him against the loss,
Deciphering this world of sadness; it’s all he’s ever known.
**
But don’t mistake his attitude as a plundered weakness,
His strength has stood in fortitude from the day of birth,
He fights the good fight for one, for all,
And fights even harder for his Mother Earth.
**
He’s not one to cross lightly,
For he’ll hold a grudge of immense magnitude,
Then you’ll discover a warrior of epic proportion,
And see a definite change in his attitude.
**
Beg for forgiveness; it’s the only way to salvation,
Send him your apologies, shower in your regret,
He’ll tackle the mitigating circumstances,
Eventually forgiving, but he’ll never forget.
Please click the link below my name to read more of my work. I would also like to thank you for taking the time to read this today and for all your support.
If you enjoy this piece, you may enjoy this one too.
Please visit my website if you'd like more information on my newly published book, Battle Angel : The Ultimate She Warrior.
Originally published on Medium
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
Keep reading
More stories from Colleen Millsteed and writers in Poets and other communities.
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Unlike him, I cannot forgive. Instead, I take revenge hehehehe. Does that mean my magnitude of grudge is higher than him? Loved your poem!