When it's time for the darkness to begin burning vivid, horrendous images
onto your retinas; consuming you with night terrors... leaving you undone
Who will be there to remind you that you're safe and that your mission is done?
When the sweats, shakes, tics, pain and panic ravage at your body;
your breath and sanity prove hard to find... as you take cover on the floor
Who will be there to help you back to you feet; to stand tall again once more?
When you're wrestling with your conscience over things that you were forced to do
Overwhelmed by survivor's guilt, despair and grief for comrades... friends lost
Who will be there for you to scream at, cry, offload to; if you ever feel that you can accost?
When everyday sounds, smells trigger flashbacks and you relive the trauma all over again
Left frustrated, angry, numb, isolated; all crowds, strangers, gatherings...potential threats
Who will be there to remind you that for your sacrifices, we are, as a country in your debt?
Let us not leave them to fight this burning darkness ~ *Combat PTSD*... alone
© Debbie Razey 2014