This poem is dedicated to the Veterans who experience PTSD, or mental illness |
To My Fellow Vets 2 all my fellow vets; its time 4 us to elevate Time 2 let go of our triggers; remove the tendency to self-medicate Exhaling, tired of crying, seems that’s all I tend to do I feel like I’m losing my mind, not sure what is true Constant thoughts, running through my mind, how do I make it stop I just feel like rain, constantly pouring eventually it drops Angry outburst at people, because they don’t understand my pain My past, military experience runs often through my brain Who can I trust, enemies all around me; who is for real It’s like I am dying many deaths, that’s the real deal Going to doctors, in hopes that there is a cure for PTSD But only my fellow Vets grasp my thoughts and really see TBIs, shell shocked, I’m panicky all the time Maybe I need to go scream, go somewhere just to unwind Constantly in isolation, avoidance of crowds, that’s suitable 4 me It seems that is a normal solution; but what’s normal for me We are trained ’for discipline, or 1 shot 1 kill” Not realizing what they turned on or what they instilled Scared to go to sleep because nightmares are always there I am frequently trying to avoid sleep but can’t go no where I have to catch myself because I am unpredictable Not knowing if my mood would change, I’m feeling unstable Its like people want us to fail, so many bets No one understands my plea, my cries but my fellow Vets. Valerie E. Young |