by Rogers Wardy

Created on: June 13, 2009

Scars:

When I walk in the door my mind becomes alive and aware.

I am curious as to what the day has in store.

Will there be agreement or will disruption fill the air

Will there be respect or will a fighting begin, again

And if so, will I be strong enough to stop it?

So I watch. Searching for any indication that

Something may be out of place.

I listen for the sound of silence which, at times,

Says something is wrong

But for now, the noises of life are active in the air.

Too often I've come weary and worn

I bear the scars of a warrior in battle.

Though they are not on the surface,

The scars are ever present in my mind.

To lose focus now would guarantee a lost war

And I am in a battle that I cannot afford to lose.

The casualties suffer are too numerous too count

I have seen the faces of the youth

Caught on the front lines, fighting for their lives

Their destitute faces remain in thoughts.

Quiet... A cry heard in the distance

It is faint, but clear

Again I hear it and it seems so much closer.

Once more like the rapid rush of water over the banks of the flooding river

Much closer, much louder, much more than a cry

It is a scream, a scream not for help or from one in pain

It is a scream of fear

Fear of the unknown, unstable, unchangeable unavoidable and unstoppable

It comes... but I find that I can still open my eyes, take one more step

I've discovered that life has not ceased to exist.

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