What the price of Liberty

To all the men and women that fight for our freedom to live unshackled

In her arms he lay down weary, battle fatigued and saddle sore,
openly enjoying comfort, as her words of love outpour,
he had fought so many battles and now here would fight no more.

In her arms his eyes grew misty, warrior no more this broken man,
openly weeping help me, strokes his brow with loving hand,
he had seen so many men fall, now he fell and he felt damned.

In his eyes she saw the longing, the battle scars beyond plain sight,
openly she held him close, promised she would stay the night,
for she saw the shattered psyche, in a mind lost to the fight.

In his tears she tastes the wanting, the need he seeks to justify,
openly she feels him shake, forever hears the battle cries,
She seeks out the man that left her, in his form and in his eyes.

Taken there to foreign shores, waved the flag and bore the flack,
but when battle is then over what the cost when they come back.

Author's Note

Be honest

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

I teared up. I was married to a soldier in battle years ago. The pain of war and wondering if your love will return. Here, the soldier returns but wounded and dies, his love holds him ...why should live be taken in the name of war ...we pay with our lives for freedom. Our brave soldiers who did that we may live in freedom.

I just adore this one. It hit home and the passion of your telling this story is so prevelent. Just beautiful!! More.

[Daytonight]

So very sad but so very true! Well done. Thank you for this lovely poem dedicated to our men and women who serve their country. Keep on penning.