Soft Warrior,
you who have travelled
so far
alone
without shoes.
I hear the parched throat
beyond your dogged smile.
I see the well of tears
behind your shining eyes.
I sense the fractured heart
beneath your courage.
Rest now,
I see you.
I see you,
you can rest now.
The journey isn’t over
but now
you’re not alone
and we’re both
barefoot.
© S. Rinderle, August 2026
