I stood in your corner with my sword held high..
Always fighting the demons that attacked you
Even the ones you invited in
To tear you apart
And even then
still
I stood
Helping you pick up the pieces
Helping you reclaim the ones they took with them
Only for you to allow the carnage to continue.
Yet still
I stood
I helped you navigate the waters of your heart because truth be told none knew them quite like I did
I saw you waving a white flag
and gave you a safe place to escape.
Solitude in your storm,
Only to be left eyeing the shores for a safe place for me to escape the wreckage that ensued
Yet still
I stood
Armor clad waiting for the next battle
Waiting to prove to you
That I would always be here
You know the funny thing about a warrior is that you only need them in the chaos
And it has been so long since I have seen the waves calm
Since I have watched the sun melt into the shoreline without the stains of blood in the sand.
I have packed away my armor
And still
I stand
Wondering if you will notice me without it.
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Always look forward to reading you. I was very moved by the last line, "Wondering if you will notice me without it."
I've always found it interesting, funny, frustrating and sometimes completely annoying when I think of how others perceive me.
Kindest Regards,
A.H. Browning
A wounded animal exhibits many characteristics and behaviors which once healed will change.
Beauty restored should perhaps be beauty set free.
if you love someone.... set them free....
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