Fighters

Poem by: H. Adams

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Fighters can come in all forms.

He’d made mistakes

with drugs and flakes

that were much too big for his mind

but his mother accepted

the flaws unaffected,

maternally bonded and kind.

***

Life can be harsh and brutal at times

and that is the same for these two,

as the father in question was lost at war,

a fate too dark to be true.

***

The mother cried

as the father died

and the son’s heart was broken and shattered,

then his mother fell ill

no cure with a pill,

cancer that wouldn’t have mattered.

***

Her son stood next to her bed with calmness

but the darkness inside was biting,

her mother, last words made along with a promise,

“Like him, when I die, I’ll die fighting.”

***

“You’re strong, my son,

and ever so brave,

so don’t turn and run

from what brought me to grave.

If you hide in fear you might not discover

and the secrets unknown will not be uncovered.

Please don’t fall down like dad and I did,

you deserve more, my one and only kid.

I love you more than you will ever know,

so hold my hand and let me go.”

***

The heartbeat stopped,

she closed her eyes,

her clutch had dropped,

not hearing his cries.

***

Despite the struggle,

his flame never went out,

there's still a spark from a lighter.

They might be gone,

but they passed with no doubt,

and he’ll follow like them as a fighter.

Submitted: July 30, 2015

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Jack Motley

Hanorbi, you were already great at poetry, but you're GETTING BETTER!

Each new piece is better than the last, man. Great work!

~Jack

Thu, July 30th, 2015 10:12pm

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At least I'm not getting worse. It's nice to hear that :) Thanks a bunch, Jack!

Thu, July 30th, 2015 4:22pm

B Douglas Slack

We all have to face our relationships with our parents. Mine was rocky at best. Still, when one passed, and then the other, I felt a sense of loss. I can feel that loss here. Great poem, Hanorbi. ~Tom

Fri, July 31st, 2015 1:29am

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I'm always glad to hear that I was able to convey emotion; thank you so much, Tom!

Thu, July 30th, 2015 7:51pm

Jeff Bezaire

Wow. I've gotten used to your fantasy/adventure pieces that this one really took me by surprise. Very touching, really endearing. You convey all the emotions real well, especially sadness, but also hope and pride. There are, unfortunately, quite a few people going through similar circumstances in the world, and I think this really speaks to that. You should enter this in a contest or send it to a magazine to be published!

Fri, July 31st, 2015 4:09pm

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Oh geez, I could try. I have no knowledge on how to do that or who to speak to about it, but it's definitely a thought. The fact that you find my work good enough for a magazine is crazy, so thank you so much! I tried my best with the emotion.

Fri, July 31st, 2015 3:53pm

unmasked delusions

It's so cool to see you develop in each new poem. This was just so emotional to me, "like a fighter." it hit me hard- it was the way you said it. Good job

Fri, July 31st, 2015 4:33pm

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Thank you, unmasked :) It's nice to hear that it hit you emotionally.

Fri, July 31st, 2015 3:56pm

Mr Watson

Watching a loved one die can be one of the hardest parts of life, having watched my father suffer through cancer , part of yourself also dies, yet I feel it makes you stronger, when the fight is over there's a sense of relief, no more suffering. A truly emotional piece Hanorbi.

Fri, July 31st, 2015 9:04pm

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I'm sorry to hear about your father. Sometimes things can get you down but time can allow you to recover. Thank you as always for such kind words :)

Fri, July 31st, 2015 4:02pm

Grammarbully7

*cue jaw drop* Ouch. It's like, hey, I just want you to ask this question. Please tell me nothing like this has ever happened to you, assure me. Really, you've hit me so hard with this poem, it's like actually standing in that boy's shoes feeling everything he does. And I want you to let me know if this has ever happened to you.

Sat, August 1st, 2015 11:31am

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It hasn't. if it had, I would've said so since I think that would be something requisite to say. Thank you for having concern, though; it's sad to think that a boy out there could've gone through this. Thanks for the read and comment BBF :)

Sat, August 1st, 2015 12:48pm

Becca Swan

This was honestly one of the best poems I've read on booksie, I really liked it and I felt the emotion flowing through each word. I also love the "I'll die fighting" message it gave out, that was really touching :) You did a great job with this poem and I'll try to check out some of your other works when I have the time :)

Sun, August 2nd, 2015 7:20am

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Thank you so much, Becca! I love having a new reader on board. It's a wonderful feeling knowing that the emotion came through :) Like I said, let me know if you want anything in particular read. I'll always be happy to oblige!

Sun, August 2nd, 2015 12:28am

DLCannon

Death is a terrible curse. I wish we never had to die. That we'd stay alive and in a healthy way, not grow old and deteriorate. Nicely put words here.

Sun, August 2nd, 2015 7:50am

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Thank you much, Cannon! I believe everything has to come to an end, including our lives. I think things might actually be worse if we were never to die, but that's just my opinion.

Sun, August 2nd, 2015 1:17am