by Regina

When they thought-as a soldier,
the wars would never leave them,
charred dreams of firefights,
the enemy in their senses,
flashes of anxiety electric.

As they came home,
they wept again with grainy eyes
of exhaustion,
and questioned, in the loneliness
of haunted hours agony-
what relief could there be?

Then came a deliverance,
a walk beyond to peace,
their roaring psyches' wail,
receding into sleep,
then, awakening to an aurora's burst
of celebratory colors
in a newly born hope,
in such a harmony-
of a melodic release.

"Stop Soldier Suicide"



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