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Hidden Scars

Called to care,

first on scene,

dedicated to serve-

I know the pain,

I hear the scream.

 

I trust my training,

I stand ready to be

my best

on their worst day.

 

Some things fade

and I move on.

Some things torment

when the night is long.

 

I don’t speak their names,

I don’t explain.

I count the cost

and carry the pain.

 

Scars stay hidden,

jagged, unseen,

sharp in the dark

where the hurt lives in between.

 

I live transparent

in quieter ways,

when words fall short

and ghosts remain.

 

Some stains stay

and will never wash away-

so I choose resilience

and fight another day.

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Written by
MarkD
61 / M / Daytona Florida
Published
Feb 9
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EMS

First responder

PTSD

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