Wound of War
The Wounds of War
(A look into the life of the author, the poet, the creator)
By- LaVar D. Lard
We all have battle wounds that tell stories, these wounds can be found; in our heart, on our skin, or in our actions. We cannot deny ourselves the truth that our past propels us forward and the choices that we make right now aims us in the direction that we want our lives to go. We call this being the captain of your ship and being the master of your fait. It’s taken me most of your adulthood to learn of this realism and then to prepare my life to be lived out just as I want it to be. In doing this I’ve realized that I don’t have time for all the friends I have made over the years unless they are valuable to my progress. I too have tossed family into the same boat, lacking to realize that they are a part of my past that is undeniable and essential to my grown. Though for some of my family I still have wounds of war that won’t let me forget many horrors of my past. For some people they can cover those scars in foundation or wear cloths that cover them up. For others they drink away their pains, hoping that their actions mask their pains and their past, because these are the ones who think that everybody can see their faults. There are those who smile, laugh, and dance away the thought of the wounds existence, hoping that they never find their way back into their lives. And as you know, my mother never gave birth to any girls, so nobody is covering up these wounds with foundations, but instead are drinking and laughing these pains away. When I realized this, I knew our pains resonated from the wounds of our past, the wounds of many wars we’ve experienced in our lifetime.
There were five wars that effected me and my brother’s life; the ‘War of Poverty’, the ‘War of Fallen Warriors’, the ‘War of Dead Daddies’, the ‘War of the Neglect and Malice’, and the ‘War of Money’. Some of these wars were more critical then others, but all of them had their lasting effect. A key player in all these wars was our mother, Brownie Lard, who had been the cause and comfort for the wars since our conception. She is now the proprietor of a new war that is brewing in our lives, the ‘War of Self-Centeredness’, which is still being fought out on a daily basis. What my mother fails to understand that her self-righteous decisions should be her own and affect only her. The factor that has been crushing her children’s lives for three decades now, is that she is blind of the effect her actions have on her children and how they will effect them for a lifetime. The saddest part of this entire system of wars is that she doesn’t seem to understand that her actions as a parent are crucial, because she not only teaches us, but if she is not careful about what she says or does in our presence she can scar us for life-no matter how big or small the action or word.
(A look into the life of the author, the poet, the creator)
By- LaVar D. Lard
We all have battle wounds that tell stories, these wounds can be found; in our heart, on our skin, or in our actions. We cannot deny ourselves the truth that our past propels us forward and the choices that we make right now aims us in the direction that we want our lives to go. We call this being the captain of your ship and being the master of your fait. It’s taken me most of your adulthood to learn of this realism and then to prepare my life to be lived out just as I want it to be. In doing this I’ve realized that I don’t have time for all the friends I have made over the years unless they are valuable to my progress. I too have tossed family into the same boat, lacking to realize that they are a part of my past that is undeniable and essential to my grown. Though for some of my family I still have wounds of war that won’t let me forget many horrors of my past. For some people they can cover those scars in foundation or wear cloths that cover them up. For others they drink away their pains, hoping that their actions mask their pains and their past, because these are the ones who think that everybody can see their faults. There are those who smile, laugh, and dance away the thought of the wounds existence, hoping that they never find their way back into their lives. And as you know, my mother never gave birth to any girls, so nobody is covering up these wounds with foundations, but instead are drinking and laughing these pains away. When I realized this, I knew our pains resonated from the wounds of our past, the wounds of many wars we’ve experienced in our lifetime.
There were five wars that effected me and my brother’s life; the ‘War of Poverty’, the ‘War of Fallen Warriors’, the ‘War of Dead Daddies’, the ‘War of the Neglect and Malice’, and the ‘War of Money’. Some of these wars were more critical then others, but all of them had their lasting effect. A key player in all these wars was our mother, Brownie Lard, who had been the cause and comfort for the wars since our conception. She is now the proprietor of a new war that is brewing in our lives, the ‘War of Self-Centeredness’, which is still being fought out on a daily basis. What my mother fails to understand that her self-righteous decisions should be her own and affect only her. The factor that has been crushing her children’s lives for three decades now, is that she is blind of the effect her actions have on her children and how they will effect them for a lifetime. The saddest part of this entire system of wars is that she doesn’t seem to understand that her actions as a parent are crucial, because she not only teaches us, but if she is not careful about what she says or does in our presence she can scar us for life-no matter how big or small the action or word.
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