Solider

My Notes

It's been a while since I've written anything on here, a LOT has happened. Most of which will inspire what I have written and will eventually be published on here for all of you to read. As per usual be prepared for some deep stuff and as always happy reading people!

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There is war written chaos everywhere I look, nothing but devastation surrounds me. A man is standing over me, hand outstretched towards me, I reach over towards his hand but I hesitate. I can't trust him...or at least that is what my mind is saying but my body is saying something different because I eventually grasp his hand as he pulls me up from the rain ridden, muddy ground. What have I just done? I'm numb and the surging anguish from my wounds hurts me like hell, all wounds including my own self inflicted ones are pulsing, scarring my entire body. He doesn't know that though...how could he when I haven't even told him? He's a man but then again he's just a boy playing in an adults game of cards, the cards of war and (like all of us) we're the children of war only...I'm not a solider. He hands me a quiver and bow, properly thinking that it'll be of some use to me at some point.

"You'll need these." He states bluntly and I'm once agin reminded of how close it feels as if I'm talking to an unanimated object.  I don't answer, astounded by how he can even in the slightest way compel himself to think that I can even come close to being ready to use these instruments of war and fight ever again. Battered, bruised and broken as I am now. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't ready, that it'll be a very long time until I can ever come close to  being ready to fight ever again only...the words escaped me, like they always seem to be doing these last days of mine. As always I thought, I'm running out of words before even having the time to think it, to feel it, to live it.

 

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Home

Do you remember where you came from? Where your feet laid first? Do you remember the feel of the earth beneath your feet where you took your first few steps, do you remember how hard the earth felt  when you fell? Do you remember the feel of it when you ran speeding past everyone and anyone as you raced your best friend home? Do you remember?

Do you remember the sound of the air as the ocean's waves carried you upon the safety of the wooden boat that drifted gently upon the water? Do you remember the taste of salted fish and even slated seaweed downed by the  filling taste of coconut water? Do you remember how beautiful the sun looked shinning it's colour filled rays upon the sun kissed ocean? Do  you remember how at peace everything looked when drizzled on by the winter snow in the star light nights? And do you remember how angelic everything looked in the whiteness of a cold winter when the sunrise touched it....well that was something special wasn't it? Do you remember that? Do you remember how you left your home looking back at the red stoned houses, the wooden tree woven huts, the palm leaves swaying in the sun, the golden sand twinkling in the daylight, the seagulls flying in the air? Do you remember the tranquil ocean's waves swaying back and forth. Do you even remember the promise that you made about how you'll go back there, to the place where it all began; back to the place where you came from and that you'll never forget? Do you even remember that?
Do you remember...remember home.