THERE IS A LIGHT

THERE IS A LIGHT

(Mike Wheatley)

The Army life has got the best of me,

I joined the army to be all I can be,

Suffering from PTSD, I’m not told…it’s a possibility.

That, soldiers memorials I’ll be attending,

Death…is all around me.

Now I'm sitting here wondering why, why me?

Why does it got to be me suffering with PTSD?

But it’s not only ME that’s receiving the suffering,

It’s been my family that’s been affected by this travesty.

I have returned from war, but my mind is still battling,

Combating disturbing images, of soldiers dying.

I brought the war back, now my family’s fighting just to stay sane,

Because I lost control, I went insane.

My feelings, My emotions, the thoughts in My brain,

Things no matter how hard, I just can’t explain.

But the Doc’s, Shrinks and Counselors they all say,

 “You’re going be normal again, just wait and see"

This is what all these “professionals” keep on telling me.

But they don’t know what I see in my dreams,

Terrorist in masks, killing AMERICANS at all cost and means.

Cars filled with bombs and explosives, the explosion…DEVISTATING!

Not to mention the reoccurring ones,

 Terrorists running around with flame throwing guns.

Watching AMERICANS scream and hide and run,

Then a nuke detonates, brighter than the sun.

Helpless, can’t fight back, I don’t have my gun!

So to the air I fly into ash, dreams I keep having from the past.

A note to my friends, and brothers in arms…

This is no surprise, not to be alarmed.

PTSD Is a war that we continue to fight, my fellow comrades,

At the end of the tunnel, THERE IS A LIGHT!