USMC Savior

A Poem by beautifulblade

9/19/15

When I was 10,
I never dreamed I'd dance
around spit-shined shoes
or be held in the arms
of an eagle globe and anchor.

When I was 12,
I dreamed of a knight
in shining armor,
pictured a black horse
riding in to save me.

At 15, I found my savior...
he cradled my brokenness
in his grasp
and my pain flew away
on eagle's wings.

18 found me saying 'I do,'
and the uncertainty
in my life
was pierced by an
NCO sword.