Soldier

There you stand 
Alone in a war…
Tired of fighting.

Not physically,
But just mentally…
Emotionally
Drained…
Exhausted.

Tired of the
Disappointments…
The countless let downs.

But it isn’t the first,
The first time
You’ve been tired
In this way.

Each time
Molding yourself
Differently
Than the last…
Evolving.

Building your armour
To only
Get to a point,
You begin
Creating space…
Or should I say,
Distance.

As each time
Grows in difficulty…
The hurt…
The pain.
As it becomes
Customary…
Almost expected.

Isolation…
Seclusion
Almost being
The only mode
Of assurance
That no harm
Takes place.

Increasing your aversion
To it all,
For it all…
Slowly disconnecting,
Detaching…

Yet there you stand
As a soldier
On the battlefield
Alone…
Always ready for war.

Until one day…