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How do you explain the aftermath of battle? To someone who has never heard of war. Yes, there is the blood and the bruises, But I cannot explain how my brain is sore. Just like you will never unlearn an answer: I will never un-feel his hands around my throat. The words were anchors on my ankles, When to live I had to float. Your body heals quickly, And eventually so does your mind. But you remain changed: a different person Reminded by scars left behind. It’s hard to fight the urge To defend the person I learned to be. The fight always has it’s tole, even once you’re free. When my brain and body fought in war: I bled and burned and hid and cried. And now all I can do is apologize To the person who survived.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
Forgive Me
How do you explain the aftermath of battle? To someone who has never heard of war. Yes, there is the blood and the bruises, But I cannot explain how my brain is sore. Just like you will never unlearn an answer: I will never un-feel his hands around my throat. The words were anchors on my ankles, When to live I had to float. Your body heals quickly, And eventually so does your mind. But you remain changed: a different person Reminded by scars left behind. It’s hard to fight the urge To defend the person I learned to be. The fight always has it’s tole, even once you’re free. When my brain and body fought in war: I bled and burned and hid and cried. And now all I can do is apologize To the person who survived.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
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