A beating heart, a dream
Looking for something real; more than an adventure
A truck, a vehicle
The representation of the unknown, yet planned
A border, a crossing
Moving countries, changing worlds
A task, a vocation
The learning loads to understanding
A connection, a sense of belonging
Moving people, changing lives
A yacht, a lifestyle
Working differently and to different ends
Return, come home?
With more knowledge, more passion. More ability.
This war, fatigue
But only for observers, remote and removed
Their crimes, motivate
Because rules can be kept by a moral opposition
A day, that day
Changes knowledge, changes body, changes mind and minds
A setback, an opportunity
The platform is more important than the wounds, surely?
Attention, lost limbs
They’re here they can listen, but bits are still missing
An interview, an operation
What day can ever be the same and how fast must learning be
A war, a struggle
Who will do what I did, and can physically less make me more?
A life, a future
To live gives hope, for all who want a life, deserve a life, need a life
A truck, a vehicle.
A journey not yet finished.
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Author:
archiescott (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acquaintance suffered a drone attack on a civilian aid vehicle, and lost some limbs. In the following months I sent them poetry, original and from other authors. This piece is original and is deliberately raw and rough.
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