fire away

Tristan Robert Lange

Part of the ongoing series: The Rutted Road.
 
i am called to be
transparent
in a reality that is
opaque.
 
my integrity
spread
honestly over thicketed
thorns
 
shaped like a crown,
designed
to pierce deep through
hope.
 
but my hope is a
shield
built for missile
deflection.
 
fire away.
 
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 12, 2026.
 
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  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2026 10:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: I’m published in an anthology featuring authors from across the Poconos, PA. All proceeds benefit the Pocono Liars Club — a collective of authors and editors dedicated to supporting and mentoring local writers. Available in paperback and Kindle, please consider purchasing one and supporting a great cause. https://a.co/d/58uxM69
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  • sorenbarrett

    Indeed in this world of enigma we are asked to be ourselves and honest at that in a society of lies. Hope so easily dashed in some is a shield indeed. Some are not to be overthrown and succumb to such threats but will stand in the face of adversity, opposition and denial they are the strong and true heroes

  • Teddy.15

    Oh I think this is one of my favourites from you,

    Love the fact you are never giving up.


    but my hope is a
    shield
    built for missile
    deflection.

    fire away

    Wonderful words. 🌹

  • Friendship

    Well written.Triatan.Your poem "Part of the ongoing series: The Rutted Road" revolves around the struggle for authenticity and resilience in a world that often feels confusing and oppressive. The poet explores themes of transparency, integrity, and hope, juxtaposed with the harsh realities of life that can feel like thorns or painful obstacles.



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