Lift

My love, why do you frown?
The world could all wash away
Our love would still be found

My love, how heavy is your crown?
For even when the earth is dying
I’ll lift you off the ground

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Starting to remember I have a little bit of worth. Many soldiers struggle with purpose when they return to civilian life broken. Hence the pandemic of suicides on the rise.

I don’t make up the statistics, I’m just trying to avoid becoming one.

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