Poetry is the breath of life. It lives, it breathes. That’s what poetry does. It’s alive. It can evoke the strongest emotions from humans. Poetry is spiritual and shouldn’t be taken lightly. Poetry is the mana of the soul. It feeds hunger, and it comforts despair. It is the lasting vestige of hope that man feeds from. It’s the cool water at the end of an 1000 mile journey. It propels. It sustains. It’s the glue that repairs broken hearts.
Journal: 5.2.15
Published by ruckwarrior
From the desert sands to the wilderness to the writing pad is where you'll find me these days. I'm a veteran turned storyteller writing about life and war. I capture the human experience through fresh eyes, compassion, and an open heart. Vulnerability and candidness are the lifeblood to my storytelling. My writing encompasses war, life after war, the outdoors, the reality and struggles we all face while living as guests on this earth, and joy that can be had once we discover ourselves. View all posts by ruckwarrior
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