Living like a Wren
image by Gruendercoach
I want to be done with my war zones.
Time to de-militarize
all the places where I fight.
When the wren sings, it believes
nothing. Everything. Anything.
War is the farthest thing from its song.
Every day I’ve been a fighter.
Watching out, standing up, ready for threat.
I am tired of the guarded stance.
The rest of my life, I make a DMZ.
I intend to rest with the wren
high in the branches of the Ciruela tree.
I stretch the wings of my beliefs.
How small of me to believe
only that which can be proved.
I believe that life exists for singing.
I give up fighting, for freedom.
I believe in living like a wren.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
Beautiful poem! Thanks.
god I get so tired of fighting, too. Thanks for the reminder, v
You spoke my heart when sharing this poem.
It’s been a while since I’ve received your poems.
It was an unexpected delight to open my email and there you were!
Blessings to you.
Kathryn H