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Battle Sword Drawn
by Sahar RahimA sword in one hand
A whisper in her ear
Like a warrior into battle you raise up to face the fire
Through your confidence I found my strength
I stood next to you in spirit
As you tore down the doors of doubt and misery
Bringing a light to my life that I never though could be
But as I opened my mouth to sing out my love
You left me
~Fly away little butterfly. Fly away.~
The taste of bitterness settled upon my tongue
No food nor drink could purge me of the vileness you left upon my door step
Though I cried each night, a prayer sent to the heavens
No answers were returned
Time creeps slowly by
Summer to Fall
Winter to Spring
Two years fell past me
When spring came creeping around the bend
Wings opened
A light in my heart once again bloomed
It came from me, not from you
When you returned all had changed within my heart
The infamous soldier came screeching to a halt
With battle sword drawn you ready yourself for a blow
But I have no anger now
I have no love as well
~Fly away little butterfly. Fly away.~ 10/24/2005 Author's Note: Been reading too many books set in "old times"...this was just kinda fun
Posted on 10/25/2005
Copyright © 2026 Sahar Rahim
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 10/25/05 at 01:59 AM Nothing wrong with the old times. Just because we're more advance doesn't make them stupid. I find history to be teeming with hidden genius and wonders.
yer pal
Jersey |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/25/05 at 06:29 AM Sahar, I'm going to break one of my own rules and mention in a comment how much I enjoyed reading your poem. The emotion from stark love to healing progressed nicely through the poem. Yes, time does heal hurts and pain, even that of lost love.
~Chelle~ |
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