I'm wearing now the proof of war;
clothing stained with battle's score.
I won, I thought, but now I see:
the battle was 'bout saving me.
So, reveling in my glory 'lone
I bask in light of what I hold
and find that truth is sometimes
much better left unknown.
But now with words settling in
upon my open ears
the meaning that they hold is truth
though rough it is to hear.
Perhaps if I had waited out
this battle and not fought
the burden I would hold right now
would be what I had ought.
Now heavy heart, with stolen load
bought through determined shouts
I can't ignore the words then heard
when I was there 'called out.'
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