"After the March"
Almost eight years, the flags have flown,
A soldier's wife, yet so alone.
Eight years of heartache, silent cries,
Of wiping tears and telling lies
Like "I'm okay," when I was breaking,
Like "We’re fine," though barely making.
Stress clung tight like second skin,
While I held the outside in.
Weight I carried on my soul,
Filling both the mom and dad...
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