The feeling you get that is most painful inside and spreads out to your shoulders.
You strain your head and body to suppress it but it just doesn’t quite cut it.
So I made this poem about me. About you. Us.
Strong Together
Just another day inside this war.
A war that will end when we decide.
And the same war that will end even if we don’t.
Though, I need both my hands to grab this weapon.
To just end this war and make it happen.
But both my hands are held by yours.
I can’t even nudge. Not in this war.
We don’t want to stop.
None of us do.
But the pain is endless.
For both of us two.
Keep holding on, and just don’t let go.
We’ll be strong together.
Just like you said,
Cierra.
I love you.