I must seem like such a joke
runing past the barricades
into a demilitarized zone
I welcome the strip search, alone
sticking fingers into cavities long ago forgotten
forces have opposed my sanity
and I arranged for the ammunition
now I wonder how much easier it would have been
just to hand feed myself the gun powder
swallow the grenade
and pray I don't choke on the pin
but three tiny souls kept me breathing
hoping
so if the battle for freedom is over
inner enemies haven't heard the cease fire
and the dictator is dead
but this soldier has only begun
to understand the ramifications of emancipation

jen

I like this. Very vivid.