SOLDIER

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Hurt, wounded, bleeding,
seeking help, compassion.
Sadly, no one came, no one heard.

While crying for assistance, I know
I need to calm down, stop crying.

Murmuring, I told self you have to be okay.

Yes, I said to self, repeatedly, you will be okay.

So, I took a deep breath, and another,
before I finally get up, walking, limping.

One day I will be okay again, oneday.

It may take a while, but you will be well.

I walk without turning my back, as I tried to hold the pain,  and like echo telling myself, one day soon it will just be a memory. #

SOMETIMES

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In a room that is dark the only sound you can hear is

that from the electric fan, and a music
     from a nearby house.

The moment is calling to assess,
  to think things again,
  what's happening, and see
  what can be done.

Sometimes it's good to have a friend,
 that one person you can call,
 someone who will listen,
  who will say it's okay to be weak
  from time to time.

That he can ask you how you are,
  are you okay, are you happy?

 That it's okay to miss the friendly warmth touch, that tap,
    and caress, that can give
   comfort to the ailing body.

And yes, sometimes, I miss the love
  that is outpouring, that I wish
  to have when life is not at its best,
  when it tends to be elusive and irreproachable.

UNCERTAINTY

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In a long yet narrow path
  uncerainty is the only
 thing certain.

In the stillness of the moment, I wonder if you ever think of me.

Am I in love?
Again, I ask myself, are you in love too.

But a rather intriguing and painful question I posed to thy self, with whom?

And if you are, were you happy?
  The heart yearns, hoping it beats
  for me.

Then suddenly, I heard a voice followed by a soft and tender touches  at my face, greeting me "good  morning" with a peck. #