Weary Soul-Soldier

A struggling soul
Every wound heals
Leaving you with scars
Some big and some small
I see you struggling day in day out standing in lanes of life
Unable to soothe your hurts and not letting me heal you,
I see you scratching your old healed scabs
Making them bleed afresh.
I see a weary soldier fighting for his soul,
A fight he loses sometimes or wins a minor war.
I make you crave dreams, family, and love
All hallucination of desert mirage.
A night for me a peaceful blanket of stars
A cocoon of warmth for my soul
Is a long angst ridden war for you.
Demons of pain, wounds of lost love and suffering surround you,
I find you trolling the streets of restless nightmares,
Untold anguish on your face,
Your body bowed with, oh dear what terrible tragic tales.
Anguish, affliction, apprehension, dismay
Disquiet, forbidding always nipping at heals of your joys.
Solicitude, sorrow, woe, unhappiness
Despairing melancholy mourning loneliness
Always hovering over your heart.
We all have sorrows and burdens to bear
You have been cursed exceptionally worse.
My wish for you to heal and be
What you were meant to be
A strong compassionate human being.
Burn oh weary soldier burn,
Burn yourself to fiery ashes,
To be born as a wonderful mythic legend,
Phoenix, a bird of untold glory
Strong immortal beautiful
Of colourful plumage and tail of gold
Blessed with voice so beautiful,
To sign your stories untold.
Singing of resurrection an immortal bird,
Guilding forlorn, forsaken, confined, incapable wounded.
My dream are loftier than you think
For you oh weary war torn soldier

* thanks to Vani for her words so eloquent