Topic: Acne (day 29)
Read up and watched some videos of soldiers coming home and reuniting with their family. It touches my heart.
The Soldier
He is amazing. His eyes gleam as he breathes my breaths.
The work he does can be seen on his face.
Each pearly breakout stems from the hardships
he faces for us, for my family. Each scar,
a memento of a battle with himself; stuck between
presence and protection of the ones he loves.
The dirt and grime of the forests he crawls and eats
and sleeps does not compare to the fondness of
her heart back home. Neither injuries nor hurt can compare
with the lost cheers of the boy’s first goal or the absence
of the small one’s first
The badges and awards tells of the tough decisions
made in the field but the white gold he proudly bears on
his face reads the hardest one yet.
He is Man. Strong. Resilient. Admired. Protector.
Almost impenetrable but the dots on that smile of re-unity,
they are the gateway to his soul.
