Life is a journey
I am and I can sustain what is against me
I am not alone
People are shooting down flaming arrows at everyone
My friends are falling one by one
But not me,
I keep going with sweat coming down my forehead
My body at a volcanic temperature
I am just wishing for water,
Wishing I can be home,
Wishing I can be somewhere else but here.
I remember when I was at the camp training for these days
They told us, “We will not be there forever to protect you.
You need to learn to protect yourselves.”
And they did.
They taught us that words have power and any evil, malicious force will obey you, if you knew who you had inside
But right now in the battle field
Blood is gushing out like a waterfall
That even I, have my own cuts
A hot, steaming, red slime coming down from my chest,
As if they did heart surgery
My head cracked open so many times that my hair is almost falling
I look down at my hands, but I could not see them.
Calluses that was as plump as a grape forming over old and new scars.
Finally I noticed my destroyed feet.
I do not remember when the last time I had shoes…
Those monsters took my Peace!
Then I remembered those sleepless nights
And when I did sleep
Oh those horrid dreams!
That pit…that dark morbid pit…no, I shouldn’t remember that I have to keep running
But yes. Peace… that’s what kept me sane
I did not notice that I had stopped running
People were passing me but I did not seem to care
I wanted to go back to the training camp
That’s where I belong
Security…
Not in this battlefield
No. That’s for people who are ready and I am not ready to continue.
But then I heard a gun fire
“I’m coming to get you!” the bullet yelled at me, “And you have nowhere to hide!”
As the bullet came closer I stood there waiting for the pain to strike
The excruciating pain consumed my body
The fire of the bullet became so intense that my body shook as I was having convulsions
I felt the heaviness of my heart melt into hot, molding clay
I felt the sobs racing down my cheeks when the molding began.