War is fire
It burns brightly and sparks anger in the hearts of millions
It’s something to be feared
A mystery
Even when extinguished, there are remaining embers
Glowing strong
What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments
No beginning and no end
War is feeling
Sensations of love and passion in the face of death
Sensations of fear and hope and mourning and longing
Silent tension
War is confusion
Why it began
When it will end
Right and wrong get clumped together in piles of bodies
Mass graves
Everyone is a stranger
The whole world gets rearranged
War is hope
For a better world
And a new tomorrow
When we won’t need war
The fight was vicious
But at least it’s over
Still
War is waiting
For her little boy soldier to be okay again
Or to once more grasp at the feeling of safety
For trauma deeper than feeling to fade into wisps
For the return of innocence
For the return of innocence
War is nothing but
Waiting
Fire
Feeling
Confusion
Hope
All flags raised in glory, all cities razed by flame,
ReplyDeleteall patriots come searching, yelling out my name
I loved how you compared war to fire. Fire is dangerous, chaotic, and beautiful, just like war. It leaves behind burns and embers; it remains even when the flames themselves are put out. Also, the way that you ended with one-word lines has a powerful effect on the reader. Good job!
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