Dangerous Moments

No one ever told you there was no end,
no place of comfort
where the enemy does not hide close by
waiting for your moment of weakness.

They never told you each victory
placed you on the precipice of the next defeat,
where relaxing your guard
was the same as painting a bright target on your heart

and beckoning the next bullet,
where there is no victory celebration,
but something deeper, an appreciation
of each moment, bright, vital and beautifully dangerous.

About this poem

This poem is for those who fight their demons each day. Each and every day.

Tom