No Title For My Pain Poem by chris schwartz

She didn't know.
As she sang, Kitty Wells, "Dear Uncle Sam"
When she was a small child,
That she would be
A Soldier herself.
She didn't know.
No one told her
As a princess,
That she would have to fight
Long, hard, gruesome battles
Just to be your queen.
They raised her to be protected,
But, she was a fighter.
Damned the storybooks.
In the eyes of her misery
They were all wrong.
"Don't lie to me! ! ! "
The echoes of those
Protecting her,
Only added to her summize
That most are just the same
And she is in this world…
Alone.
To conquer,
Though tired from tears,
And breathing that
Which only the heavens can explain
Takes its toll.
And she is still with you.
She will always be with you.
Until the first lovely sunset
Shared by us both
Dictates the next darkened sky.
It's funny how
Love'searly innocence
Finds Life's desire
Into an early grave.
And that I know,
All too well,
That you will find great strength,
From us,
And what we had,
Moving forward.