Clouds are looming, where is the light?
A wounded warrior draws from the scabbard.
to find solace in the night of day...
When the sword of the spirit is reborn
and tomorrow comes for me,
I will have survived unkind days of defeat.
as my sword disappears into the scabbard
For the wounded ~pattyb
POETRY PASTRIES.COM
A wounded warrior draws from the scabbard.
to find solace in the night of day...
When the sword of the spirit is reborn
and tomorrow comes for me,
I will have survived unkind days of defeat.
as my sword disappears into the scabbard
For the wounded ~pattyb
POETRY PASTRIES.COM
