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Mar 2017
do the storms end at the coast
will these wounds travel with me as I walk up the beach
do they heal in the gentle sun
can you read and rest in the muted light
I never chose the fight
this cannot be my reward
but I will be expected to fight again …. is victory assured

in a replay loop, an eternal trap
capricious gods this is your ultimate joke
I never chose these elysian fields
this cannot be my reward
fight again …. choose another end, not this medicated swamp

@journeyofdays
medical response to PTSD is medication - I said "no" to the medically induced blur.
Journey of Days
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Journey of Days  Australia
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