Dedicated to PTSD Survivors

Sometimes things from the past haunt us still,

A thought, a smell, a word brings it now.

When we loose a friend to deaths grip,

And the memory is with us that is so foul.

We must learn some how to live with the past,

But still those thoughts, smells, and words do bring,

A memory that we would never had happen.

As time passes and we accept it, it looses its sting.

Now we can remember that old, dear friend,

Because good things happened with them too.

We can learn to remember the good if we will,

Because that is how you honor someone you knew…

Copyright 2005 Jim Long

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