i sleep

with images of red, white, and blue

shy away as they bleed into one another

fears on the battlefield reflected in the hearts that act as an anchored home

body shifts visibly, spirit shifts it’s tone

the price of freedom is etched in to the marrow of our soldiers

a subtle sigh to the souls that flourished

a turbulence found in tears to the many

to the brave that have fallen

words cannot offer the gravity of gratitude

you inspire, you Transcend

jurri d.