Kelli White Poet Bio

Too Young

Fresh out of high school thought it would be cool
Signed on with the army not having a clue
Sixteen weeks of training mental torture a must
Than cast into battle not sure who to trust
Left right left right you don't have a clue
You thought what you left at home was bad 
Welcome to the Zoo
Thunder is explosions whistles are bullets
The red splattered paint marks are real now
The artist is armed he's thrown his brush away
Left right left right you didn't have a clue
You thought what you left at home was bad
Welcome to the zoo
Marching through the desert sun blaring down
Heat drains all your strength eyes see a faceless clown
Hallucinations this can't be real 
Ground is shaking near me why cant I feel
Left right left right you didn't have a clue
You thought what you left at home was bad
Welcome to the zoo
Wake up eyes open room is clean and bright
Who are they where am I why are they in white
Immobile flat out strapped upon a bed 
This can't  be Heaven I don't think I am dead?
Eyes are closing fading away again
Is this reality or simply the end
Left right left right you didn't have a clue
You thought what you left at home was bad
Welcome to the zoo
Loaded on an airplane headed for home
Missing limbs and memories I never should have gone
Welcomed by my family tears streaming down their face
Prosthetics are amazing I guess I'll run another race
Left right left right you didn't have a clue
You thought what you left at home was bad 
Welcome to the zoo. Hoorah!

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Eric Boddie January 31, 2016 at 9:17 AM such a sad story that needs to be heard....because so many take everything for granted, that's so absurd....though it may be needed, the military was never in my plan....I am a Soldier For Christ, I only have a helping hand....I just wish others had that same mentality today....which is one of the Greatest Reasons Why I Pray....powerful write kelli....;) Kelli White January 31, 2016 at 9:37 AM Thank you very much Eric

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser January 14, 2016 at 7:34 AM Kellie, amazing lines, like the repetition of the welcome to the zoo, emphasizing the intensity of the message... Stay blessed! excellent pen! ~Olive ELoisa smiles! Kelli White January 14, 2016 at 9:03 AM Ty very much Olive

Dan Cwiak January 11, 2016 at 10:45 AM Kelli, a simple "Thank You" is not enough to cover the feelings I have for your service and sacrifice. This is one of those reminders that youth courts danger on our behalf without always thinking out the consequences. Perhaps this is why we love them so much. Our hearts go out to you and your comrades, and we wish you every chance of happiness in the future. Keep Writing, as your voice is one that is needed! Kelli White January 11, 2016 at 11:36 AM Ty very much Dan. Courage in a young heart far out measures experience and knowledge. Kelli

Elaine George January 11, 2016 at 9:21 AM Dear Kelli, You moved me to tears. Life is not for the faint of heart...it is a journey of roses and thorns. Amazing bio!!! Thank you for sharing. Sincerely, Elaine Kelli White January 11, 2016 at 9:28 AM Ty very much Elaine. Out of the bloom into the thorn bush.Kelli

Joanna Daniel January 10, 2016 at 10:44 AM The poem is touching and sad too. Hats off to your bravery in writing this down ..But the "missing limbs and memories" tell the truth of your pain... Thank you for your comment.. Kelli White January 10, 2016 at 11:48 AM Ty Joanna.

White Sage January 9, 2016 at 4:03 PM I think the army's a great place though, but I believe some may be too young that they have no clue neither a choice than to carry the nation on their biceps...excellent write Kelli Kelli White January 9, 2016 at 4:08 PM Ty WS. What does not kill you either makes you stronger or breaks your brain

Emile Pinet January 9, 2016 at 11:58 AM There is nothing to say that could give this poem it's rightful praise. It is written by the hand of a woman who has felt love, fear, exultation, grief, guilt, pain and dismay sift through her hands like the sands of time. The deep pool of emotion poured forth in this work almost drowns the reader in self contemplation feeling each emotion so skillfully enlisted by the author. A personal and private summation of an amazing life. Emile. #7 Kelli White January 9, 2016 at 12:09 PM Ty so much Emile. Your appreciation is overwhelming. Kelli