PTSD Warriors
Met a true comrade who honoured me with a great honour.
After he listened to confessions of my finest hours,
He saw me as a veteran, called me a true one percenter.
As we shared the horrors of each of our stories,
Then stared in honour of each of our courage.
Taken back was I, the surreal feel of this moment.
Quickly I grasped at the impact of his statements,
For years I had worn the same PTSD label,
Being pigeon holed as the most mentally unstable.
Both of us fighting a battle for normality,
In a body that failed because of burnt out nerve endings.
One of us proud to protect and honour our country,
One of us proud to survive some of your nightmares.
Without unconditional love from an army of people,
Or the total cost of the devastation that’s happened.
PTSD will destroy every fine person,
Beyond recognition of the person they once were.
To put a measure or compare our battles,
Is not something that can be measured with whose hell.
Instead recognising that we all face challenges,
That took away our ability to find comfort.
Opening our eyes to the depth of destruction,
To our lives, our families and friends.
Living on survival mode just trying to stay here.
Fighting not only with the constant triggers,
Flashbacks, memory loss, lots of aches and confusion.
Paranoia, fear, causing your worst kind of delusions.
Pills, pills, pills, you need to be heavily sedated!
Yet free to heal with patience and understanding.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, you have not quite suffered enough yet!
Although we recognise you have been through quite a bit,
You know unless you are one of the easy, not too broken,
We won’t waste our time trying to mend the unspoken.
Your epic life will just be another wasted token,
And a reminder that you will soon be forgotten.
About this poem
I wrote this poem in honour of a friend who served i as a peacekeeper in East Timor.
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Written on November 11, 2016
Submitted by Neomortalgirl on April 21, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,778 |
Words | 354 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 7, 6, 8, 8 |
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