PTSD

In distant lands they fought, their spirits brave, Defending freedom, their lives they gave. But scars unseen, etched deep within their souls, A silent battle, where pain takes its toll. Returned to home, but haunted by the past, Their minds entangled, shadows everlast. PTSD's grip, relentless and severe, A constant reminder of the war they fear. Seeking solace, a respite from the pain, They find themselves ensnared in addiction's chain. A fleeting escape from memories that bind, But deeper into darkness their souls unwind. The battlefield's echoes, they never fade, In sleepless nights, their peace betrayed. Haunted by visions, nightmares' cruel embrace, They yearn for solace, a moment's grace. Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of light, Comrades united, sharing the fight. Supporting each other, hand in hand, They find the strength to make a stand. Through therapy's embrace, they heal the wounds, A journey to recovery, their spirits attuned. With patience and love, a beacon of hope, They conquer the demons, learn to cope. So let us remember their courageous plight, Those veterans battling through the night. With understanding and compassion, let's lend an ear, And honor their sacrifice, wiping away their