Battlefield

 

No sleep had come. 

The night had been long.

Two warriors had stood their ground.

Neither willing to give in.

Words had been spoken in the cover of night.

Truths bared for each other to see.

From which there would be no recovery.

Certain things can never be taken back.

But in the budding light of dawn.

A realization filled the room.

An ending had arrived.

Incomplete.

Messy.

Irreversible.

And like two thousand warriors

That had drawn their swords

For a war they would not win.

One warrior realized.

The need for surrender. 

The need to walk away

In order to save them both.

In the shadows of dawn.

You could see the figure retreat.

Neither side had won

Too  much of themselves been left

On the battlefield 

An ending with no real victory.

Rachael Collins