Treasure Island

John Elder


A Way Back


Step by step we forge along, through a program when finished, will take us home.
Six weeks of classes, medications and fun, in six weeks new life will have begun.
Eighteen men, who lost their way, come together with something to say.
Inability to cope, distraught and even a tear, are some of the symptoms that brought us here.
Once among soldiers of the finest breed, together we push forward to succeed.
Who is the culprit, might to blame, PTSD bears the name.
The ravages of trauma may well be, but we'll beat the odds that will set us free.
Free to live, free to love, as 'GOD' intended from above.

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, February 22, 2013

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