Broken Soldier
Ive been to war, Through hell and back, I came back empty, Soul broken and cracked.
I've missed many days, Missed many nights with my family I hold so tight.
Birthdays, Christmas, Opening day, Making the playoffs ,even school plays
don't get me wrong, I did this by choice, But now that I'm "broken" I have no voice.
I want to stay, You say no, You're broken soldier you must go.
you say speak up, It's ok, The Army is different in this day in age.
We care about you, We want you to succeed, You have what?...PTSD
I know I said talk, That it was okay, But something like that, Doesn't go away.
We can't give you a gun, Got to take back them boots, They say that it happens, People snap and they shoot.
I'm sorry to tell you, But that just ain't true, I'm a soldier a veteran I did this for you.
Now I'm left with memories of people and places.
Along with new ones.
People's faces, When I say I was in.
But now I'm out.
They ask me why
I cry and I shout.
I'm a BROKEN SOLDIER
who was pushed out.
- Spc.Katherine Parker
Copyright © Katherine Parker | Year Posted 2015
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