{"id":93796,"date":"2021-06-26T16:29:32","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:29:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=93796"},"modified":"2021-06-26T16:29:32","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T20:29:32","slug":"hour-8-retelling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-8-retelling\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 8 &#8211; Retelling"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Bad things happen to good people.<br \/>\nTerrible things happen to children,<br \/>\nespecially children who don\u2019t know what they\u2019re doing,<br \/>\nwho think they know what they\u2019re doing.<br \/>\nIt can leave them with ghastly scars. <\/p>\n<p>People who have had bad things happen<br \/>\ncan still be good after.<br \/>\nThey can try to fix their mistakes,<br \/>\nand it still counts, even if bad things<br \/>\ncling to their shoes and burden their gait. <\/p>\n<p>A soldier is not necessarily good or bad.<br \/>\nHe can do things when he\u2019d young,<br \/>\nthings he will regret and try to atone for.<br \/>\nHe can create monsters without knowing.<br \/>\nThe soldier can\u2019t be held responsible for his king. <\/p>\n<p>Then there are the monsters that were no one\u2019s fault.<br \/>\nThe ones that begged and seduced their way to birth.<br \/>\nMaybe they are the source of all evil.<br \/>\nMaybe we are just human and evil is a part of that.<br \/>\nThe line between human and monster is not where you think it is. <\/p>\n<p>Children grow into soldiers.<br \/>\nSoldiers either grow to redemption and regret<br \/>\nor they die cold and early.<br \/>\nSome of them keep seeking after the war<br \/>\nfighting for a light to keep the shadows at bay. <\/p>\n<p>If they are lucky,<br \/>\nthey win back something that was taken.<br \/>\nBut even the lucky must lose to regain it. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bad things happen to good people. Terrible things happen to children, especially children who don\u2019t know what they\u2019re doing, who think they know what they\u2019re doing. It can leave them with ghastly scars. People who have had bad things happen can still be good after&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1071,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-93796","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93796","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1071"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=93796"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93796\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":93892,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93796\/revisions\/93892"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=93796"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=93796"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=93796"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}