A Daily Ritual

Morning, a stand to:

Daily rise and look out.

Hearts grey they seek you

Across the dawn- a tumult.

The Rising Sun no terra incognita,

He’s still on the battle front-

Removed like corps estranger,

Replaced with inside hunt.

Survival necessitating fight,

He does. Society says he must.

Each day a returning light.

Recyclical, renewing the past.

Yet battles do hold victors,

As riddles possess answers.

Avant! He’s quick upon his feet-

A soldier that knows not defeat:

Pressing on, his eyes to victory,

His maxim: Esse Quam Videri.

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Read as you will,
Read as you might.
Read to your fill,
Read only for delight.

Read to gain knowledge,
Read to gain hope.
Read for your fancy,
Read beyond scope.

Read for yourself and perhaps for another,
Read to share with family, friend or lover!


This piece, like my other one, Heavy Heart, also started off as a joke. I was studying Wilfred Owen for my upcoming A-level examinations and needed a break. I decided to do a piece in which a soldier out at war could also double as an analogy for the everyday fight that students engage in, or at least do sometimes- the one in which they question why they are studying what they are and the meaning behind it all. I pray that some of you out there who read it might empathise with it and hear the voice that spoke in my head as I composed this piece.

God bless! =)


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