Caregiver Warriors

 Hey my caregiver warriors! No one understands the everyday battles faced by those of us in the trenches! Am I right about that? I was reading a book this week and it mentioned something about warriors being allowed to weep. After a few minutes, as I thought about the power of that statement - I wrote this poem. So, straighten your armor, tighten your helmet, and let's trust God for one more day!

The Weeping Warrior

The long, hard battle is far from over

But the weary warrior seeks reprieve –

Taking but a moment to think – to live – to breathe.

 

She pries her white-knuckled fists from the handle

And steps away from the sword, bloody still –

Just one step as a single tear slips by

The heavy scents of battle hang in her nostrils

Tears come like a river – then a torrential rain

Falling down her cheeks – carrying away the pain.

 

Helmet half-cocked – shoes ragged and torn

Fingers poking through tears in her gloves

But the warrior refuses to mourn.

 

It’s time to go- time to fight some more

Fear laid aside – self-doubt has no place

She straightens her armor and picks up the pace.

 

With a jump and a yell

It’s time the walls fell!

Enemies beware

Of the glazed stare –

Of the warrior who has the strength to weep.

 

 

© Jan 1, 2025