“Whispers of Worth”

Once I stood tall in the line of fire,

With brothers by my side, hearts set to inspire.

We charged for freedom, a flag held high,

But now I’m tethered to wheels, beneath a watchful sky.

Each morning, I tie my laces with care,

Though the ground feels distant, and life’s less fair.

A soldier once proud, I face the world anew,

Yet eyes glance away, as if I’m not true.

Disappointment weighs heavy, a cloak made of shame,

For valor in battle, I earned no such name.

My friends lost their lives, their courage aflame,

While I’m just a figure, a whisper of blame.

They look down from above, their stares cold as stone,

As if I’m a burden, forever alone.

I fought for their freedom, yet here I remain,

A symbol of loss, wrapped in anger and pain.

I miss the embrace of the earth beneath feet,

The rush of the wind, the thrill of the beat.

But here in my chair, I find a new fight,

To show them my spirit still soars like a kite.

The irony burns in this battle of life,

Where honor's reduced to whispers of strife.

I tie my own laces, though I cannot stand,

Defiant and strong, I still make my stand.

So stare if you must, but know I’ve survived,

In a world that forgets, yet somehow, I thrive.

For every brave heartbeat that echoes inside,

Is a testament woven with courage and pride.