Fatigue has turned me into limp spaghetti,
Ready to call it quits and leave the drama
Here to the stronger warriors on my team.
Battles leave me feeling weak and deadly small.
Tomorrow’s winning chants and glad confetti
Fade into blurred, distant hope. The sweet parades
Afforded returning heroes–the trauma
Of miserable, active battle falling
Away–these must be delayed now to allow
Total commitment of each precious resource.
I grieve, as I continue, for the fallen
Soldiers no longer able to fight. Wilder
Future battles beckon, to which I must go,
Unflinching, trusting God throughout the saga
Of an imperfect life, while Heaven afar
Calls, and prayers rise, and in God my help I seek.
February 10, 2019