Personal Battle

Personal Battle short poem

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You were sent to fight a war
That has yet to be won
You are forced to leave your newborn son
You go to a place and face death everyday
There is nothing to say
You fight each day and see your friends die
And all you can do is cry
You feel helpless and angry things haven’t changed
Looking for things to be explained
Horror ingrained in your mind
Flying home and back to the grind
Nightmares cause you to scream at night
You still remember that fight
Watching your friends die
Everything has gone awry
Hoping you can find peace
Finding ways to find that release
Letting go of anger deep inside
Climbing up that mountainside
Your personal battle has been won
For you and your son
You look to the sky and tell God to take care of your friends
Then you say “Hey guys!! Till we meet again

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43 yr old nurse started writing in Nov 2015, a lot of my poetry in military based because I take care of veterans,but am starting to try new things hope you like them.
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