Im just one of many soldiers in the jungle of life
my notepad is my rifle, my pen is my knife
medals from my battles decorate my chest
but the scars on my heart remind me best
with determination I keep on marching, boldly facing whatever comes my way
I reflect on the battles survived
and embrace the current day
I ignore whatever pain at times I may feel
I smile at friendly faces and hope someday to heal
Battered, Heartbroken and Hurting
Yet I go on doing, never acknowleging defeat
proudly marching like a soldier till my tour of duty is complete
written by Some1special2k
