War (PTSD)

Memories, haunting, tormenting,
visions that rip and tear at sanity ,
echoes within a life spent hiding,
fear with fragmentation and guilt.

The roar of night’s thunder,
each flash a sudden surprise,
with the faces of the fallen and
the sounds of gunfire beating.

Hands trembling in strange moments
with the flicker of light in the dark,
and so I keep on running and fighting
but it’s not the fight I need or want.

There may never be a healing complete
and a chance for these fragments to be whole,
but with each moment, I’ll keep striving
to find some fractured strength to survive.