The Voices In My Head--Poets--Writters--Musicians--Warriors--Recovery--Hope & Survivors--And Sometimes Dragons Too

These voices in my head

Are silent once more

But should they

Must they 

Be.

Because 

It's not normal

They say

Because one of you

Should only 

Take resistance

There.

Oh

But they don't know

Do they

That we already 

Live here

Always grew here

Side by side

Watched each other

Grow.

This place

Between 

My ears

Only inside

My Minds 

Eye.

That I've grown too used to you

Now

That without you

It feel strange

To be 

So 

Alone.

So

Here we go

On another journey

You & I

A place we've never been

For reasons

We both know

Always the same

You & me

The voices in my head.

That Final Battle--Thomas Murphy(You Know Why)Phoenix AZ--Warriors--Hope & Survivors--Mental Illness Aweness Month

I wrote this several days before the news, that Another Old Vet Lost His Life, in his Battle With PTSD/Depression/Mental Health Neglect--Right here at the VA in our Home of Phoenix Arizona, USA---I Post it here tonight for you......

Coming Home

22...In his Dreams, This has become a Vision that visits him too often. This Symble Of Death.

Oh, In his clearer Mind, He can still recall a time, When this repeating number, used to be a simple reminder of Home. A place on the clock, In his Buddies Minds, Placed on a calender in their Minds Eye, That still counted down their days until they knew they would make it Back Home.

But these numbers, now, He's come to see them as a Promise, As a Curse. A Weapon somehow turned against them. Taking that once innocent simplicity, & twisting it. Until they can only remind him of his Dread...Of another Call...Of another Visit...Another Letter...Saying another of his Brothers & Sisters, Won't be Coming Home.

So, He Waits. And, He Wakes some nights, & he finally sees a Vision that will slowly change his Dreams, Into Hope.  

That everyday...22 more of his Friends, Will finally Make It Home. 

DEDICATED TO ALL WHO LOSE THAT FINAL BATTLE

MAY THEY KNOW THEY WERE LOVED.
22(U.S. Veteran Suicides A Day)IsTooMany 

Reflect--Black Series

A Rose 

You leave 

Only for me.

A petal

Across my doorstep.

These are pieces of you.

This Light 

They see you in.

A false shadow

That lays on my skin.

These are reminders of you.

This Darkness 

I see myself in.

A negative

With a distant
Ever present
Flash in my mind.

These are records of you.

A Sunbeam

I refuse to let in.

A remedy 

I soon reflect.

The only antidote, you.