Poetry Slam: Angela Winfield

118It’s already Sunday and I am back from playing hooky.  I’ve been absent celebrating 3 years of marriage to the most wonderful man in the world and recharging my batteries.  It was a long week… and the death of my 1995 Geo Tracker was the icing on the proverbial cake.

But, back to it, and tonight I’m sharing a wonderful poet named Angela Winfield who made her debut here this month as a special remembrance of 9/11.  Here she is again with more wonderful words… find past slams here, and as always, leave your own poetry and comments below.

The Backstage Heroes

By Angela Winfield

We shall never forget you

The men and women on the front lines,

The families of those left behind

The backstage Heroes, not given the time

Of day, a moment of silence

A time we all prayed

You afford a life of freedom and a world of rights

A knight in shining armor, a star among the stripes

But no good deed goes unpunished

It’s too little, too late, the price they paid that day

We shall never forget, those missing in action

And the service of our vets!

Even at our country’s worst you’re at your best!

Thank you for serving and protecting the rest

Of us, we all owe debt

Meaningless in compression to all that you’ve lost,

Thank you for sacrifices made daily, for carrying our cross

At the cost of life and limb

You paid the price that we may live

To you we owe our lives

The freedom to choose, the freedom to fight

You afford a life of freedom and a world of rights

A knight in shining armor, a star among the stripes

And to the families left behind

To the men and women, and babes that cry

You are not alone, your hero lives on

In our memories, in our songs,

In the life we lead and every good deed

You afford a life of freedom and a world of rights

A knight in shining armor, a star among the stripes.

About Angela Winfield:

I was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska and lived there until my early thirties. In November of 2011 the Air Force moved my husband and three children to Niceville, Florida.

From the moment we stepped on the plane and for the past two years everything has gone wrong. Many of my fears came to reality and it was then that I realized, that it’s in my weakness, I am strong.

I am afraid of everything, but what makes me strong, is that I face my fears everyday. I will overcome every time and over and over again if need be. Here I was faced with: new cultures a boggy environment, bugs that look like a cross between a large cockroach and Satan, loss of family income, a potential divorce and death and my past. I have never felt closer to my potential.

For me, Niceville has become the beauty and the beast metaphor that is my life. It was here in that I rediscovered my love of writing and my passion to become an influential, published author. I have written two children’s books and am in the process of publishing them both. I have written poetry and submitted song lyrics to the International Song Writers Competition and have other projects on the burners.

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