Poetry

The Medallion

I wore it around my neck for a while
this cold chain
of such a dark shade
perhaps to remind me of your existence
and what you went through

imaging you
taking a deep breath
in the middle of this field of death

five engraved lines
to sum up these red nights
Intense conflicts
endless battles

in two parts
to mean that you came out alive
soldier you are brave
but not unscathed

no longer sore
I don’t have to wear it anymore
you are engraved in me