Three years ago
I had to call you your new name
Your birth name was buried with tragedy and trauma
There were times you slipped
when you felt the day was good enough to be yourself
Three years flew by
When you called me all of a sudden
I heard your name
like a chime in the wind
soft and clear
You told me you have found yourself
in ruin and rubbles
still beautiful and worthy
Healing came when you reconciled with your past
and saved the best for last
My eyes welled up
into a smile
‘People do get healed’
plastered my thoughts
Tag: PTSD
A War Vet on The Street
Why are you turned off by my body odour
Why do you despise me of self medicating
You look at me in your pretty dress
thinking that
I am some kind of a predator
We were no different than you pretty lot
We had hopes and dreams
We dressed to impress
You’ll never know the scam
we fell for
in the name of protecting
people like you
who are looking weak and weak indeed
War is the devil
He steals, lies and cheats
He gives false hopes
He shatters dreams
He ruins
He kills
Now you know the truth
Keep walking and go your pretty way
Leave me alone
I gotta get my next fix
Flicker of Thoughts 