The Wounded Soldier Poem by Luz Hanaii

The wounded soldier takes up his soar,
marches on regardless of fear and pain.
Facing darkness, illness, pains, demons, attacks, lies...
He knows no drug, alcohol or distraction can help his torture,
-but only delay his growth.
Does not renege nor curse the darkness
he endures, moves on towards the light, towards love,
-towards freedom.
Soon all that he's known will pass away.
His broken soul has passed the test.
The light has come, no more despair.

And the journey goes on...