PTSD

PTSD


I heard the ECHOES of your footsteps as you walked away into the gray

They were swiftly followed by SILENCE that pierced my ears

Quietly with PATIENCE and a surgeon’s steadiness I was lifted

A fall from GRACE into a solid void left me with an innocuous manifestation

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    Heather Aguailar

    Mark, The fact that your work has found a voice that can be shared with our VC community is profound! Your writing is inspiring.

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