Wendy Evans

The soldier

Proud to defend his country, to protect this land.
He signed up with other soldiers to make a stand.

A band of brothers they quickly became.
Uniting together to achieve their aim.

Only in his teens no real experience of life.
Now marching in to battle with his gun and knife.

He was hailed a hero when he came home from war.
But no praise could save him from the horror that he saw.

In his head he hears screams of men wounded and crying.
As they lay on the battle field dismembered and dying.

He has tried so hard to overcome it and stand tall.
Living through turmoil to make sense of it all.
But the nightmare continues and he struggles to cope.
No one is coming to help, he fears there is no hope.

Now living on the street, no place to call home.
Invisible to passes by, hungry and alone.

Our throw away heroes, we turn a blind eye, whilst they live on our streets waiting to die.

Lest we forget.

Many years have passed since she lay in my arms silent in sleep. Alive in my mind these memories I keep.
A beautiful child so precious so pure, this small being of light that I love and adore.

I look down at her and what do I see, those wondrous eyes stair right back at me.
How could I feel so much joy in my soul she filled my heart and made me whole.

This graceful child so amazing is she has yet to realise her importance to me.
The proudest of mothers I would be her guide. I look at her now and am bursting with pride.

All grown up a woman is she, beautiful and kind like I new she would be.
She enriched my life in so many ways, turning ordinary life into magical days.

My child my daughter we shall grow old with time, but know throughout life you will always be mine.

So awake every morning with each new day, live happy and long, these things I pray and when we grow old, together we shall be, reminiscing old times my daughter and me.

This wondrous child I will love like no other. The extraordinary joys of being a mother.

Living in a prison where I walk around free.
Trapped in this body that I refer to as me.

I pray to the creator as I look to the sky's.
Searching for the truth, lift the veil from my eyes.

This life I have lived through, in many different stages. Walking the path of time through numerous ages.

I question my purpose and why I am here.
I ask for enlightenment, for my path to become clear.

The history of our world taught, was it all just a lie. Have we been indoctrinated in to the system like a program AI.

Last night when I was weary an Angel came to me.
His was sent to be my guide, a trip he was asked to oversee.

The Angel had a calmness as he gently took my hand.
He told me not to be afraid, a journey for me he had planned.

The Angel spread his giant wings and wrapped me in his embrace.
And what only seemed like the blink of an eye we were transposed to another place.

We were standing in a garden, soft grass beneath my bare feet.
A cool breeze caressed my body, cooling me from the gentle heat

No words can describe the beauty of this place, a paradise beyond compare.
A masterpiece carefully constructed for a select few to share.

In the distance I herd a lady she was singing to the children as they gathered round.
They all seemed so happy as they sat, in a circle, holding hands on the ground.

The ladies voice sounded familiar as I started to grow near.
The song was one from my child hood, a memory I hold so dear.

I didn't feel out of place as I sat with the children and sang for a while.
I felt the joy in every note, I couldn't help but smile.

The Angel began to speak again, this time calling me by name.
I was brought here for a reason and he needed to explain.

This garden is a special place where broken people come to heal and realize their worth, for they all have suffered trauma whilst living their life on Earth.

God has made this Garden out of love in its purest form. He has made this garden for his children and all of his love he has sworn.

But on occasion souls are brought here for just a single day, when they feel there is no hope and wallow in despair, when life on earth becomes to heavy and hard for them to bare.

I was brought here by an Angel it was where I needed to be.
To remember how important I am to him, a gift from god to me.

Here I reside inside my head where devil and demons fear to tread.
I don't want to see the flaws in humanity, the greed and selfishness that test my sanity. 

In my mind there is a safe place I have created myself, away from the ugliness of war and those with ambition for wealth.
In my world there is no avarice there is no envy, people are kind and words never empty.

My imagination is the wall that I've built up around me, the limitless possibilities of life as it should be. A beautiful place, people filled with dignity and pride, congregating to celibate peace side by side. Children of men are tolerant and giving and have a passion in their hearts for a life that's worth living.

In my reality we are free from the chains of oppression, we embrace indifference and have no aggression. A place where people are not judged by the colour of their skin but by their morals and their compassion of their soul within.

The world outside is no place for some one like me.
In my own reality I have chosen to be.
Safe in my prison holding the key.