Once upon a time,in a War-torn place
a man walked into a crowded bazaar where children play innocently amongst the guiltiest of evil.
Marines on mission guarding quality of life.
A suicide bomber.
Martyr, lost and misguided soul.
Ball barring’s pierced flesh. Faith put to test.
Once a kind sprit, now consumed by hate. Driven only by pain.
Dark years camouflaged purpose. Grit proved true, Gratitude & Growth provided forgiveness.
He began writing.
One Day to A Letter to God, allowed him to see
At Attention. Dress Blued Confident Clean. I stand. Sharing. Loving. Speaking Hope Into The Hopeless.
This is my story.
Patrols To Poetry...