The Soldier Poem by chris schwartz

If you don't think I have been a victim
It may be because
I was
Covering my emotions
With a smile,
So well versed,
That even you
Weren't able to read it.
The same smile
That hid all the pain
From you, my dear,
Gave way for you
To be a child
For you to grow
Without the heartbreak
Of watching my solemn cries.
We are all victims
In life.
One way or another,
Something clouds our perfect
Dreams with sorrow.
But the boots we wear
Through the anguish
Make us either a soldier
Or a warrior;
A soldier fights for another
And a warrior battles within.
At the end of each of our
Journeys
Lies acceptance and peace
That we find
In the hug
Of goodbye.