Whispers of the Soul

Military

The Battle Within

In the stillness of night, when the world fades away,
A soldier sits quietly, where shadows hold sway.
The echoes of gunfire, the cries of despair,
Resonate deep in the silence laid bare.

Though the battle is over, the war rages on,
In the corners of memory, where hope seems withdrawn.
Each flash of the past is a wound that won't heal,
A reminder of moments too painful to feel.

Survivor's guilt lingers like a ghost in the night,
Haunting each heartbeat, stealing the light.
Why me? they whisper, when others lay still,
As the weight of their absence commands every thrill.

PTSD weaves stories of terror and dread,
An unseen foe lurking, where once courage led.
In the faces of strangers, in the sounds of the street,
Familiar sights trigger the pulse of defeat.

But deep in their soul, resilience takes root,
A flicker of hope in the ashes of loot.
They learn to confront the shadows that dwell,
To share in the burden, to speak of their hell.

With every brave step through the thicket of pain,
They find strength in the struggle, their truth to reclaim.
For healing is not linear; it's a winding road,
Where vulnerability blooms and the heart bears its load.

In the quiet, they gather the pieces once torn,
Learning to dance in the space they've reborn.
For each scar tells a story, each tear carries weight,
Yet within them lies power, to alter their fate.

So here's to the warriors who battle inside,
Who confront every shadow, refusing to hide.
May they find peace in the journey, strength in the fight,
And know that the dawn follows long, dark nights.