My Heavy Arms
When you find my lifeless body,
Know that you, too, found my still conscious heart.
When you beg for me to open my eyes,
Know that I'll be watching over you until the day we get to meet again.
When you wrap my limp arms around you,
Try to remain ignorant to the heavy weight they carry.
And when the doubt of my death finally subsides,
Find it within yourself to ease your grief,
Because I can no longer be the one who eases it for you.
With death came sorrow,
And with sorrow came clarity.
I was a fool, not for creating life
In a time of war but instead,
allowing war to taint a future
both of us could have thrived in.
Would I ever be given a second chance,
I’d be the biggest fool of all if I refused your light.
Would I ever be shown your light with fresh eyes,
Perhaps I’d come to realize where my true loyalties lie.
And would you ever find me again,
By all means, show me your light as if you were the sun itself,
Because to be blinded by your light is far greater
Than to be blinded by the duties of war.