Echoes of the Battle: A Poem on PTSD
In the shadows of the mind, it dwells, A silent storm, a story it tells, Post-Traumatic Stress, a heavy weight, A battle waged, a lifelong fate. The echoes of the past, they haunt, A ghostly specter, a ceaseless taunt, A soldier's heart, a survivor's soul, Invisible scars take their toll. The memories, they pierce like knives, A battlefield where the darkness thrives, A thunderous roar, a silent scream, Invisible wounds, a fractured dream. But in the depths of this endless night, A flicker of hope, a guiding light, With courage and love, we mend the soul, Healing the wounded, making it whole. Through therapy's grace and strong friendships, We rise from the depths where we belong, In unity and strength, we find our way, To brighter skies, a brand new day. For those who bear this heavy cross, Know you're never truly lost, You're a warrior, brave and strong, In the battle against what's gone wrong. So let us stand, hand in hand, Supporting those who too