I've been told
Love's supposed to come easily
That it will be effortless
And everything will just
Piece together
Nobody told me
About the sleepless nights
The cancelled plans
The time zones
The anxiety attacks that came
From reading about
The possibilities of war.
Nobody told me
About the endless waiting
The twiddling of thumbs
The keeping yourself busy
While waiting for a text, a call
That sometimes never came.
Nobody told me
That you could drown in oceans
That are not made of water
That you could be shot
By bullets made of bad news
Nobody told me.
But I am still here.
Breathing. Waiting.
And while he's out on a mission
I will fight my own war.
The doubts, the paranoia
The speculations.
I will survive.
I am a solider of my own.
YOU ARE READING
I am a soldier of my own
PoetryBeing someone who waits is hard. But it's harder waiting for someone in the military. Here's to all the milsos fighting the war. Their own war, inside their hearts, inside their heads. Stay strong. Keep the faith.
