Home Again

not all casualties come home in body bags

Home Again
By: J. A. Stevens


Here I am, back in my home again
After a three year lifetime trip through hell
My body intact, though wounded in spirit
Everything seems to be exactly the same
Though everything is really very different

My loved ones are all around me again
But I feel that I barely know them
I’ve missed so much, I’m not who I was
I don’t even seem to remember who they were
I have returned home to a parody of my life

I sure do miss my good buddies though
The ones who lived, the ones who died
We promised to stay in touch, but we won’t
They’re way too busy with their own parodies
Nursing their own invisible spiritual wounds

My wife and I just aren’t one like we were
My little dog barks when I open the door
My kids father has become a picture on the wall
I have no idea what my purpose is now
I sure hope we can all learn to love me again


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© Copyright 2012 J.A. Stevens

Reviews

[Wendy Seames Garner]

You would never have come back the same as you left - wounded or not. Only a heartless soul could come back, from what you have endured, unaffected. Allow your loved ones back into your life and accept any and all help. Your purpose is to go on living, giving and receiving love.