Take No Prisoners. Poem by Shaakiera Schroeder

In the battlefields of love, souls are lost ….
Bodies linger aimlessly…
No purpose….no hope,
except the tangible longing to die….
Crawling around, hearts are found, shattered in a million pieces…
Minds’ in frenzy- almost completely lost …searching…searching… for something, not sure what…
I give up, roll onto my back and look to the sky for answers…
What is the point of all this?
Inside a war rages and I hear a voice loud from deep within “GET UP…DON’T GIVE IN – VICTORY AWAITS”
With torn limbs and shattered heart - I jump to my feet and start my trek…struggling through the battlefields of love once again….praying for victory.


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