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Poetry from within

All Things Considered:

What I want:

To be with the one I love,

Hold them close so they can hear me say: 'It is amazing waking up next to you each day'.

Wishing I told them more often-for who knows when we will be gone?

To have a lie in and not hear

Bombs...dropping from up above:

Savour a pint with my mates:

And not worry myself to sleep with the question:

'What is our fate?'

Eat a meal of my choosing

No more relying on rations

To walk barefoot on the beach and get sand between my toes:

Speak to someone who does not know what 'war' means

Long to look forward to the unknown....

Feel excitement run through me

Breathe air that is clean:

To stand and say with trembling pride:

'We. Are . Free'

What I've got:

Fear seeping from every pore

Bones weary

Body and mind screaming

The plea inevitably lost above the roar

Yet if you listen carefully,

You will hear the pleading:

No more war. Please Please.

No. More. War.

Holly Kernott