Warrior Poetry: Winning the Battle
By Liz Hansen
A year of grief comes to a close,
How I survived, nobody knows.
Time ticks on, but in grief I stay,
It feels like it happened just yesterday.
I’ll never have answers, I’ll never know WHY,
I’ll never understand why you chose to die.
I tried my best, but you couldn’t be saved,
Your death, a road, that others need paved.
You may be gone, but you are not dead.
Your voice lives on the inside of my head.
From sun up, to sun down, and even as I dream.
You’re there, I feel it, a light, a beam.
A ray of hope illuminates my shell,
and brings me back from a year of hell.
Be at peace my friend, for I mourn no longer,
Life is for living, it’s time to be stronger.
Never forgotten, your smile etched in my head,
I’m destined to go where I need to be led.
It’s me, not you, that I’ve learned to forgive,
The battle was rough, but I won! I live!
Today, makes a year, your death not in vain,
But a symbol of hope and transformative pain.
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Robert Wichmann
November 27, 2013 at 8:03 am
It has been 3 1/2 years since my son died from his wound. Your poem sings the truth.
You may be gone, but you are not dead.
Your voice lives on the inside of my head.
From sun up, to sun down, and even as I dream.
You’re there, I feel it, a light, a beam.
These lines sing the purest to me.