Free Verse – Soldier, Lake, Glass – SD

Post-Traumatic

Alone she sits in a white padded room,
Trapped in a box it only feels like a tomb,
While the white-coated man coaxes out her tune,
Sippin’ from a mug runneth over with gloom.

Her hands fidget from the pain shooting up her nerves,
A call to the loss on a plate of hors d’oeuvres.
He fires at her questions but her mind just swerves
Away from the memories of how she chose to serve.

Over her they swell like a great tidal wave,
Crashing on the city not a soul can be saved.
Flooding her now a gripping hand she craves
Trying to recall how she learned to be brave.

Just a soldier roped into this life systematic,
Losing herself in her dreams so fantastic.
Her peers don’t see why she can’t be pragmatic,
Misunderstood in this world post-traumatic.

She grasps at the air screaming murder in the night.
Trapped at the bottom of a lake under ice,
Thrashing and clawing until her skin goes white,
She drowns with every breath but no one sees her plight.

Her world goes black as she’s enveloped by the water,
Swimming hard as she can but she never leaves the bottom,
She wants to burst through that glass ceiling above her,
Striving for the sweet smiling face of her daughter.

Suddenly she finds herself awake in bed,
Panting from the fight, body dripping with sweat.
Her mind still swims as she tries to catch her breath,
But the visions just recede to the corners of her head.

Just a soldier roped into this life systematic
Losing herself in her dreams so fantastic.
Her peers don’t see why she can’t be pragmatic
So how can she cope in this world post-traumatic?

Steve D

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