The War Within

The War Within ballad

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A soldier has scars, wounds we can’t see
A mind of unrest, a soul yearning to be free

What their eyes have witnessed, one’s heart can’t comprehend
The sacrifices they have made, we can’t possibly understand

They are sons and daughters, have children of their own
They have a husband or wife that eagerly await their return

The war is now over, but a new fight begins
The enemy elusive, the demons rage from within

How does a mind rest and a soul find peace
When the memories still haunt them like a merciless thief

There are scars you can see, but a poisoned mind isn’t one
The torment is relentless, how it preys on the brave and the strong

The death of dear friends, their brothers in arms
A body returns home, but the spirit is now gone

A life is now changed, another causality of war
In our land of peace it is now our duty to serve

Let’s stand steady beside them, besiege the terrors of unrest
It is our turn to answer; we hear their most humbled request

Every heart needs to heal and find peace once again
With honour they have served, now let the healing begin

This poem is part of the Poetry Book The Heart’s Journey Home

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The potential of the human spirit has always amazed me. Through poetry I try to capture the essence of the fragility and the resiliency of our hearts.
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Nicole Osmond
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Natalie, this is a beautiful and powerful poem that captures so perfectly the struggle many of our soldiers experience when they return from war. Beautifully written. Thank you for writing it and sharing!

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