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