What She’s Worth

Three weeks ago she closed her eyes, didn’t want to see everyone.
She closed her ears, didn’t wish to hear every sound and closed her mouth, didn’t let throw every word.
Everything didn’t stop its move. They walked, they ran even jumped.
All the dreams popped up in her mind, asked spoiled to sit on the first chair of her list to reach.
She just wanted to be free, to quit from every battle and war.
She was sure that to eat those little favors is so much better than every wound and sweat.
Maybe she just wanted a simple peace. But is the peace really simple like that?

Now she opens her eyes, she doesn’t only want to see everyone but she also wants to see every enemy.
She opens her ears, she doesn’t only wish to hear every sound but she also wishes to hear every cheer.
She opens her mouth. She doesn’t only let throw every word but she also lets sing every anthem.
No one knows what happens with her.
All they see is just she’s back to that battle field.
Maybe her tongue got bored to taste manna and quail.
Maybe her tongue longs to taste how heavenly both milk and honey.