Life Taken, Soul Given
Let me watch the soldiers fall
Their bodies on the screen
Their blood on my hands
That no washing can ever clean
I feel the damp cold air on my skin
The white snowy terrifying abyss
My throat is raw in similar rage
Inducing such a searing pain
I sense the loss of life in my child’s body
The sounds of bombs plaguing my eardrums
I need the blood to wash away
As well as the heartbreak to ease the pain
Amid my grief there is one to console me
You, my lover who thrills my soul
And pushes it forward to its full capacity
Because of you
My mind is not at rest
Nor is it damaged, shattered to pieces
I soar in my love
In my hope
I need to fight
My hands are free
The blood on my hands has transformed
Into a hunger for righteousness
Into a need to avenge
Because of you
I dream my dream
I live my life
And wish to be
The roots
The epitome
Of your eternal ecstasy
You watch me fall
You watch me die
For my eyes are yours
Yours to see into my brain
And ease my woes
Devoid of fear and terrible afflictions
I have your mind
In which I feel
I hear
I smell
I taste
You
My hero, My Vanya
You Author Credited
Kierra Ashford

















