PTSD
By roadside bombs I’ve been hit.
I’ve seen children blown to bits,
At first my wounds were hard to admit,
I feel my life has been split.
To my band of brothers I am closeknit.
To the rest of the world I feel misfit.
Sometimes I feel myself sliding into a pit,
But from this life I will not quit.
Defeat by this my God will not permit.
My soul and mind to Him I will knit.
Written for Mike and all his brothers and sisters, January 26, 2011
The words here are about my life as the wife of a now retired Soldier. I live on a small ranch in Texas, and my experiences here craft the words I use to express my life. The sacrifices, challenges, and the deeply satisfying rewards of being the wife of such a man influence them as well. I live in a beautiful and peaceful place, and it is great solace and comfort when I face life and the challenges of a complicated and stressed world. So I have titled my writings "From the Ranch."
From the Ranch
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