Ode to Her: Confession of a Soldier

"Ode to Her: Confession of a Soldier"

I have a confession

Confession of a soldier;

A soldier for life,

A soldier for love.

A soldier, a woman.

A woman from another time,

In another time.

Like a record, a timeless classic.

Her soul as old as time,

Dare I say older than time.

Needs only the old love

Tiramisu is her love song;

Pick me up,

Take me away,

Stay with me.

She is no stranger to pain

She is a solider for love

A fighter for love

Fighter for life

Fighting for truth, for light.

Scarred for life, ennobled by it.

Heart of thorns

A bulletproof soul

Her weapon of choice;

Pen, melody, boundaries.

Melody is her dope, discourse her fix.

Spirituality her essence

A rock in the sea to swim to

A pillar of fire

Every trail she treads she blazes

They call her eccentric, she just might be.

But a spirited child she is;

Emotions at large and in charge,

A lamb lion.

Emotion sleeve, naked truth.

Every love she gives, springs from her depth.

Every pain she feels vibrates through her

Everything deeply felt

The rose and the thorn

A soldier to a healer

A woman to a mother

Fighting life, birthing life, birthing healing.

The depth to her being, fathomless.

A poetic phenomenon

Quintessential being, ethereal soul.

Even though I know her,

I want to be her.