My Beloved Arsenal

Bounded with thoughts,

sever the ties with ideals;
and wander the broken streets alone.
An army of one I stand on guard.
Buckling knees while I whisper
truths of friends that I betrayed.
This war; unacceptable to most,
yet gives me a reason to fight
for who I am and-
who I will turn into once it ends.
Never to succumb to belittling;
those who dream of growing.
Loaded words, with endless
eruptions- explode from the lips,
of soldiers once they return.
Here I stand alone, with my
Beloved Arsenal