I walk the battle field after the war is over
Earth churned into mud, grass trampled
Where are the bodies?
Spears stick up from the ground in places
Tattered flags still flapping even without wind
Where is the blood?
Ruined tents lay on their sides, collapsed, poles in splinters,
Jagged edges sticking through the canvas
Where is the sound?
That's what it feels like to wake up whole
That's what it feels like after you work on yourself, and win
What did I win?
I won nothing
No name
No battle
How do I know the wars I've fought meant anything at all?
Where are the scars to prove I lived?
What do I fill all this space up with?
Who am I now?
Some people say that's where hope lives
In the nothingness between
I've never met hope there
Known her only everything was on the bathroom floor
This is after
And nothing lives here
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After (2024)
Short StoryIt's a story about recovering from depression. My journey to stay happy after a long couple years. I write mostly poetry. If you want to read more about my struggles click my profile, I have one published story detailing my 2023 year. It's still har...
