Three years!
Three years! !
From beginning to 'all is well'
One wayward body cell
The catalyst for merry hell.
Forced headlong into battle
with armed reinforcements
To overhaul
Malignant mutated mutiny
Unimaginable anxiety
blind bravery
Surviving the fallout
Of chemical warfare
And......
Then..........
.
enemy overthrown
Triumph and relief
Head scarves worn
To mourn
A loss
Scarred battlefields become
Beautiful landscapes
once again
Hazy shadows
Like springs re-growth
Signal the end of
This cruel, draw out
testing winter
And.......
Then........
Numbness
No one warned her about this
The re-living of the battle
Post traumatic stress disorder
Quiet tears and fading facade
A survivor
Toll taken
How to be there for a survivor?
Very well put together, if I get ill, for my recovery I'll read some of your lighter works!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stress disorder is chaos and mind wandering. post traumatic status is the breath we yearn for. thanks for the so clear description.