still deployed -
a soldier once
picked me up and
spun me in circles,
muscles rippling and his smile
wider than it had been
in years.
but i could see the
battles he was facing.
it was physically finished,
but he was mentally active.
i didn’t know how to
relieve his pain;
all i could do was
help him win the fight.
when you
compare me to
her, and him,
and what they are
doing right and what
i am doing wrong…
is it not a reflection of what
you have failed to
teach me?
and should i even really be
listening to you?
space yourself from me.
spill you secrets to
someone else.
let me be. i need to
acquire a taste for
the sound of my
own voice before i
can turn my solo
into a duet.