I NEVER WOULD HAVE MADE IT
Wet, yet not like you
from the jungle's rain,
but diaphoresis born of fear,
and washed with tears.
Hot, yet not like you
from the heat of fire and battle,
just adrenaline pushing me faster
to flight not fight.
Running, yet not like you
to help a brother survive,
but in fear and confusion
looking for your protection.
Safe, yet not like you
fighting freedom's foes
never needing to be brave
because you were.
Gifts, yet not like you
who did the giving
but living with the presents
that your presence has bestowed.
Now, still not like you
angry heroes strong, still willing
but horrified, accepting who I am
ever grateful you are you.
Never, would I have made it
weak and meekly standing by
now will because you made it
and your gifts must not be lost.