Thursday, May 7, 2015


   The wounds of a soldier/veteran whether mental or physical, pain knows no bounds.
They hurt, hinder and know no age, race or gender.

They run deep through the soul like a bullet stuck
in the heart; they play with your emotions and no
one knows when or where these wounds will

attack.It is as if they are hidden snares launched
in the air.

 There comes a time the wounds need to heal and

remain where they were created or experienced,
in the past. It doesn't mean they are forgotten,
just contained, controlled, and archived.
No matter the wounds, life can still be lived.

Written By,
Deborah Forbes(C)