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My Soldier

My soldier, my lover, my hero and best friend. I watch the night terrors haunt you to no end. You kick and scream , you don't know that it's me. I suffer with you as you have these dreams. You fought for my freedom, yet you are prisoner to what you've seen. The damage is done, now your body is unclean. Exposed to poisons, so that I can walk free. My soldier, I thank you, you have helped me see. When the bomb went off, you only lost your eye. I am so thankful that it was not your time to die. Where would I be without you by my side? My soldier, you are safe now, let go of your pride. You have lost several brothers to suicide. Trained to be the best, but the pain you cannot hide. Take my hand as we face life together. My soldier, with you, I can withstand any weather. Let me fight for you this time. I will never let harm come near you and I.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 2/19/2017 4:17:00 AM
A devastatingly powerful piece. I felt as if I was watching this on a large 3-D Imax screen, your words raw, tender, rage filled and loving. The conviction to do something, anything to help ease the torment is strongly felt and deeply moving. This is excellent writing and though disturbing in subject matter, it is a vitally important one and you have captured the essence of their plight beautifully and with heart. blessings, lynn
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Kimberly Baker
Date: 2/19/2017 9:02:00 AM
Thank you so much. I've never had a poem be recognized or featured as this one was. I poured my heart into a sensitive subject. Thank you for your kind words.
Date: 2/13/2017 1:24:00 PM
So proud of all our soldiers. Not enough is done for them when they return from the horrors of war. Very emotional write, well done.
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Kimberly Baker
Date: 2/13/2017 1:29:00 PM
Thank you, kindly.

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