welcome to purgatory

your arms burn as they try to rekindled a lost flame
your soul twitches in its place
a fresh start
that means hell on earth
the more you do the more you have to do
what point is that for you to carry on in this battle
you have outlived your purpose
"out-served" your passion
that is no need to be one of us
why are you here?
the battle you have fought
the trophies you have won
meaningless
stripped down bare to the pathetic bar on a piece of cloth that is your ampulet
what for?
why fight on?
why do you choose the most difficult of routes?
these questions will befall on you
there will be shame
there will be pain
but no longer will you have to bear it alone
same goes for the credit you will no longer claim it as if it were your own
maximum pain
minimum glory
a good coat of arms to be fighting for...

as poor as such

quiet silence of a symphonic orchestra
a silent squeaking between the pause
not a noise but a sound
as her tiny paws scrambled amongst tapping toe caps
thudding sounds.. resemble napalm crashing to the earth lighting up the sky in a brilliant amber projection
to her extreme sense of hearing.. an out of tune vibration in the air....
she raises the upper torso
surveys the surroundings
on conclusion she runs due south towards the exit
away from the high frequency noise
suddenly
..
her hearing sense seem to all but function
a flash of white light
the amber flicker burning the crimson liquid of the humans a deep umber colour
mars black smoke fills the chapel...
she lays motionless
as the winterchill takes over

day 6.5

the long march takes her toll on us..
our eye bags darken...
our calf muscles pulling taut against our joints..
but renewed in strength ..
the saw a group of cadets weak eager to retreat..
but we shall stand and we will not yield..

for long now....
the journey has begun
as we walk onwards our differences are cut down
barriers broken
dreams formed
a life beyond the next activity
a life beyond the harsh words
a life of empowerment

as we march onwards
the jimminy cricket within us reminds us
of the image that which we are to uphold
calmness in the center of the tornado
the sense of urgency in a slowly fading wind
the life of a fish battling for his life against the receding tide

just one of them
just another soldier
just another leader
just another you...

the code : move faster think better do more
is no longer a code we live by..
it is our standing order
we must be better
for our alma mater
for our reputation
for our corps
no more will there be me, you, him, her....
but only a we....