Dreams

poem, Poetry, wilderness, Writing 1 Minute

I’ve dreamt about that cabin in the woods; 

A fortress from the hurlings of societies’ wails, 

Sheltered in the encampment of timber and mercy,

I found my soul in the mesas, 

Upon the ruins and crevices of time, 

I journeyed up the glacial cliffs, 

Where warmth made love to the creases of age. 

Photo by Perry Kibler on Unsplash

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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.

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