PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I would have liked to have been a true soldier,

And felt intensely the iron bullets,

Piercing my chest, and survived,

So that I could be a hero of that error.

I wanted to carry deep marks on my body,

Scars that told stories of pain,

But also of resistance, of struggle,

Of someone who faced terror and returned.

To be a hero not for triumph,

But for surviving the chaos,

For the learning that comes from suffering,

And for the strength that arises from dark times.

I would have liked to have been that soldier,

Not for glory or praise,

But to prove that even in error,

There can be greatness, there can be love.

To be a hero not for victory,

But for having faced the darkness,

And emerged with the light of experience,

In the chest, a heart renewed by the mission.

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