The lost graveyard of the souls forgotten long ago. poems by Pansy Wayero (changed name)

I am me

I am who i want to be
in my life i feel free
every day i soar up high
with eagles and dragons i fly

I leave the earth with all its war
i fly higher than i've ever been before
and all the while i feel so happy
shouting to the clouds this is where im meant to be

Yet if my life is so free of pain
why do people try to put me in chains
screaming words into my face
saying i need to learn my place

according to them i am wrong to fly
they say i must stay on the ground and let my spirit die.
And if i dare to disobey
they tear me down and try to get me to break

this is just a starter poem i may add to it but im not sure at the moment

Epithany of two soldiers

Two wounded healers finally able to see,

he removed his blindfold same time as me.

Shot down, scarred and battle weary

still able to march on fearlessly.



Chasewater showed an answer we didn't expect,

and showed us a purpose we won't forget.

The purpose we didn't see, the one we couldn't believe,

awakened from the moment all hope began to leave.





We thought the night held a different surprise,

didn't realise it would open our eyes.

Call it an awakening, two heros come alive,

not given what we want but what we needed to survive

We have realised who we are to each other

and have learnt now that we are more than sister and brother



We are the angel on each others shoulder whispering keep going on

we are the crutch holding up one another keeping our friend strong

We are the sword and the shield, the key to the door

both of us defeated? Nevermore