Your armor still shines in the setting sun,
your final battle has already been won.
You’re ready for your next fight,
and the end doesn’t appear to be in sight.
Take a month-long reprieve,
peace, you will receive.
The scarring words and armor chinks,
caused you to teeter on cliff brinks,
but alas, you never gave up,
even when you saw your “friends” turn completely corrupt.
Your body longs for deep REM sleep,
your sword, close to your side, you keep.
Wind bounces your tent sides,
and into the Holy Spirit’s ear, you whisper and confide.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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I feel like you just summed up my past ten years in this poem.
Feels like a prayer wrapped in steel, a quiet strength that refuses to falter. Even warriors need rest!
A weary soldier needs rest and peace. Wonderful poem ✨😊
Oh man, this is epic... the battle is waging every minute of every day unseen by most. But if we keep the sword of Truth close, it will be revealed. I love the imagery in this, it's just so relatable and noble. Really really nice writing, J 😊
I read your poets its wonderful writing