Play me a sad song? But what of this joyous day Summer unfurls before us And warm sunshine tans my skin
Sure we toil in trenches Dug as defensive lines Against a swarm So complete in its hostility
But brothers, hear the sounds of nature Echoing around us Wrapping us in soft cacoons Of sweet distraction
So do not sing a sad song Don't dampen my ephemeral mood Let me have this moment of reprieve As I dig trenches On a future battlefield
This poem was written in Afghanistan in 2010. It is the only positive piece I have written from the portion of my life. And those of you who've read my other poems about war probably know that very well. It was just a strange day as summer began and we were in our short sleeve shirts building defensive barriers, surrounded by towering mountains. It was such a beautiful sight. It made me think about working in the yard with my dad and the feeling of bonding and accomplishment at a day's toil.
Sometimes in life, you just, have to look at the bright side. It feels like, everybody is just so negative. There is so much hatred, and pain in this world. If you think about it though, we could make it so much better. So, just stick with the right friends, never lose hope, and look at the bright side.
Not really sure what this is, just trying to be positive about life :)
Everything that’s happening in our lives, even the smallest ones that we barely notice, has its own reason. We may not know it yet, we may feel confused and even ask ourselves why but please know that soon everything will fall into its right place. For every milestones and downfalls, for every happiness and heartbreaks, and for every solace and pain comes a purpose, greater than what we planned and expected. We just have to be patient enough to wait for the right time, strong enough to accept that we cannot have everything we wanted, brave enough to conquer our deepest fears, wise enough to overcome every challenges prepared for us, and firm enough to walk away from those who doesn’t want us to stay. Don’t ever lose hope. Everything happens for a reason.
I never wanted to admit it it. I hated that it stayed so long. However the more I tried to fight it, the more apparent it became. The deeper the roots, the stronger the hold. To the point of my beginning was its end and its end my beginning. I let it wrap me. Take all my energy and love. Even though I could feel it, I didn't want to admit it was there. So I moved only when it let me, I thought only want it allowed me to. I spoke when spoken to and overslept to the point of illness. I no longer cared. I no longer felt. I no longer…. I no longer…. I was longer.. There was no I. There was simply it. And it fell deeper. And then I knew I needed to turn. To face it. While there was still some small part of me that could.