Still I Stand

HangingbyaHalo

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.

-B-

  • Author: -B- (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2018 11:34
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Comments2

  • A.H. Browning

    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

  • dusk arising

    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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