Poetry

Thoughts

 Thoughts

Thoughts cascade through my head
random patterns of blue and red
what do I do when I get out
will it be alright, why all the doubt
what will I do, what will I see
who am I now, what will I be
these questions I answer again and again
driving me mad, making me cringe
yet one thing is constant, one things the same
if I had it to do over, I'd do it all again
the corps and my marriage
I hold both so dear
they are both my love so why should I fear
I move on from the corps to realize my dream
its not the uniform which I have worn
its not the service to which I have sworn
its the woman I pledge my heart and my soul
the love of my life, is in front of me
the woman I wake up to
the one I adore
so I say good bye to the life made of green
and purse the one with the girl of my dreams
contributed by dutton [This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.]