"I am one of hundred thousand paying all that we can pay,
standing for an object that we can't see."
The hot still runs down my face,
My side,
But I must keep thinking.
Sarah and the children are home,
There's an empty seat at the table.
The country is dying, but
There's a chance to live.
The inky black around me
Tries to pull me down.
I can't breathe, but I must.
I can't hope, but I have to.
My father echoes around the space,
But I've already survived his leaving.
The children,
Sarah,
My mother,
The country.
And as I realize my reasons to live,
I see a star.
YOU ARE READING
Steadfast
Fiction HistoriqueA collection of poems that tell the story through song lyrics and real civil war letters of a soldier just trying to survive. Song: "Dearest Sarah" by Goodnight, Texas
