Carry On

I did everything that a good soldier was supposed to; I even made it back home

But in my head is a slideshow of terrible pictures, I am not sure how to just ‘carry on’

My wounds are healed, but the daemons hold me captive and refuse to set me free

In my mind the war is not over, as every day I battle an enemy, that only I can see

One passing glance leaves little doubt of your incredible strength, and explosive speed

Your head held high, the bulging muscles on that impressive frame, how they deceive

You are but prey, vulnerable to the outside world; the powerful image an artful disguise

That is why you accept me unconditionally; you see the same fear behind my eyes

When I am around you I don’t feel broken, because I see myself through your eyes

And the trust you have in me to keep you safe, even though I am a fraction of your size

And my heart fills, when I hear you nicker as you see me making my way to your stall

And your soft nose doesn’t hesitate to grab the cookie, resting in my prosthetic palm

It still amazes me today, how you just considered me worthy, no questions asked

I just swing a leg over the saddle, and you willingly bear my weight on your back

When I am riding tall in the saddle, I feel like I used to, capable and strong

Slowly my confidence is returning, so if you’ll keep raising me up, I will ‘Carry On’