Broken Warriors

Quietly scattered among the many,

We stand silent and ready; everpresent.

Fatigued, strained, stretched,

Broken seams repaired countless times,

Just to keep coming back to stand.

Rain, snow, sleet, blaze,

Gale, avalanche, and endless calamities

Standing the gap.

Braving the storms to protect the innocent

Time after time, no recognition, no thanks,

No thanks, no care.

You won’t hear a complaint or a scorn

Just a quiet stoic silence

You can depend on your life.

Failure is not an option quitting

Not even a choice. Bleeding beyond the

End to make sure they survive; all

While trying to go on.

Broken