Her name was Jordan
Beautiful in
Mind
Body
And soul

She was strong
Both in body
And in heart

She used her heart
To reach out to those around her
Bring comfort when needed
Helping wherever she could

So when the war hit
It was not surprising that she was in a medic outfit
Helping wounded soldiers heal

After the war
Her wounds could not heal
Mentally
Emotionally
She started a downhill slide

She stopped taking care of herself like she should
She just stopped caring

Even though she had left the war many years behind
The war never truly left her
Haunted by the images of that time
Haunted by the cries of the ones she could not save

Yes, it had been many years
But it all seemed like it was happening that very moment

She tried therapy
She tried talking to others who dealt with the same poblem

Sadly however she finally just drifted away
Leaving it all behind
Going from town to town
Never staying to long

She has become a homeless drifter
All in an effort to deal with the pain
All in an effort to deal with her past