My first attempt at a Sestina. The hardest thing I've ever written. |
I know that law enforcement is a choice. This life we live that keeps us on a line Is more than just a job or vocation. A symbol is what each of us must be When we put on the lonely uniform. Each day we sit the post 'tween hope and fear. Our loved ones always try to hide their fear But know that facing danger is our choice. They're proud to know we wear the uniform To try to keep the criminals in line. Beneath the pride the angst will always be Alive and anxious with this vocation. So while we work this risky vocation We will find times that are so filled with fear That only training allows us to be The one who always can make the right choice. Those times we spend out on the firing line Assure us we'll stay safe in uniform. The weapons worn aside our uniform Are more than a tool of our vocation. They deter those that may just cross the line. We hope that those in guns may freeze from fear But will shoot straight when they make the wrong choice. So with regret they'll sometimes cease to be. The stress of this hard life can sometimes be enough to make us leave the uniform. For those who can live long within this choice It is a prefect fit, this vocation. These are the ones who learn to use the fear Able to always walk this nervy line Protect and serve is more than just a line. For us it is the only way to be. We all adapt and learn to live with fear And will not let it stop the uniform. Our families may suffer from this choice But understand we fit this vocation. We line up each day in our uniform. So pleased to be part of this vocation. We fear mostly a life without this choice. |