Sparta

the war within Image credit: http://www.warscapes.com

The last wisps of smoke travelled to the ceiling.
They carried no pain, no symbolism, no meaning.
I stood up, moved towards the balcony
Inhaled the stars that shone for me.

There was a chill in the air
A foreboding of coming times
I stood straighter, spine erect
Helping my old; confident self, resurrect.

There is dignity in fighting
And sorrow in loss
Pride in winning
And a little love in every war.

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