World Poetry Day - March 21st

@Heathermarie95 I knew this one too! It’s also World Downsyndrome day too!

@heathermarie95

I mourn

Knowing I'm yet to be born

Fight By Your Side

You couldn't believe how much it'd hurt:
It was the loudest bang you've ever heard.
They left you broken, trembling, and scared,
While dust and shrapnel choke the air.
Your heart races, yet ice runs through your veins,
Your eyes locked on what's left of that grenade.
And that's when I found you.

Come on darling, take my hand:
I'll never ever let you go.
Into the storm again!
You don't have to face this alone.
I'll fight by your side till the end of the night,
I've got your back just like you've got mine,
You'll be my confidence, I'll be your strength.
Hold on to me tight, darling, don't be afraid.

You heal my bruises while I mend your wounds.
Grab your shield and sword, let's rally all the troops.
Soldiers falling left and right:
This is the battle for our life!
Hand in hand against the demons, you and I:
I promise you we'll make it out alive.
I swear I'll never desert you.

Come on darling, take my hand:
I'll never ever let you go.
Into the storm again!
You don't have to face this alone.
I'll fight by your side till the end of the night,
I've got your back just like you've got mine,
You'll be my confidence, I'll be your strength.
Hold on to me tight, darling, don't be afraid.

I heard you scream while you were sleeping,
Down in the trench next to me.
You were dreaming again
Of things getting out of your hands.
I held you close so you wouldn't see
Or hear the time bomb behind you
With our flag burning so bright on one side.

Come on darling, take my hand:
I'll never ever let you go.
Into the storm again!
You don't have to face this alone.
I'll fight by your side till the end of the night,
I've got your back just like you've got mine,
You'll be my confidence, I'll be your strength.
Hold on to me tight, darling, don't be afraid.

@heathermarie95 i love Wb Yeats: Daffodils and Seamus Heaney : Midterm break. Poetry captures something rare and beautiful and can enable us to put words to things we otherwise would not be able to.

@heathermarie95 This is one of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson:

"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all."

@heathermarie95

I did not know that and that's wonderful, given my current love for poetry.