I Once Was A Warrior <br /> A Sonnet to the Wounded Warriors <br /> <br />I once was a warrior, but now today, <br /> My battlefields are not so far away. <br />The foe that I face have no weapons of might, <br /> Anxiety and worry are the enemy I fight. <br /> <br />I once was a soldier, but now I sit, <br /> No longer in a body that’s lean and fit. <br />No greater cause, no more fields of glory, <br /> The guns are now silent, no friends, no war stories. <br /> <br />I once was a sailor, but now I lay, <br /> Trapped in my body in bed all day. <br />As I watch the new men go off to war, <br /> I will never again sail to distant shores. <br /> <br />I once was an airman, the sky my domain, <br /> But today just the memory is all that remains. <br />As I gaze out my window in the dark of the night, <br /> Knowing I never again will take flight. <br /> <br />I am a Marine, and I always will be, <br /> Broken, not bowed, though my eyes cannot see. <br />The hospital halls now the trails that I take, <br /> The pain that’s inside, the new enemy I face. <br /> <br />I once was a warrior, but now today, <br /> My battlefields are not so far away. <br />The foe that I face, I face in my home, <br /> And my greatest of battles I must face alone. <br /> <br />1/6/05<br /><br />Gary Bryson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sonnet-to-the-wounded-warriors/
