I want too ask…
I want to hear the nightmares you hold under lock and key…
Too ask would mean your worst nightmare’s revisited…
The Sorrows of a War Veteran may never be heard-
They are felt everyday pain from wounds deeper than bone marrow;
So I remain silent-
Question’s in my mind surrcome to violence felt decades old.
I wish for the healing of damaged Souls told to Fight.
Sworn to defend Family, Friend, & Country…
They’re Different now…
If shown or hidden from vision WE feel you.
I would go into what I think you have seen-
I halt my advances of Questions & Concerns when I realized the Burns on memory.
I realize my questioning is bringing Salt to wound,
So silent I stay…
But I can’t help to notice the DIFFERENCE between the civilian peace I enjoy at the expense of the horror of being deployed.
A domain I hope I never see,
But it seems War takes many forms on many fronts.
Calling All Soldiers to action.
I pray the heeling of the souls broken in Fractions…