Today's poem-a-day challenge was to write a poem from the point of view of a veteran. Never having been one myself, I tried to put myself in the shoes of a vet returning home from Afghanistan, still carrying some emotional scars.
I have come back from a dry, rocky hell
feeling hollow, needing to be filled again.
I hold my family close. My dog licks my face,
and I take him with me to the woods,
down to the brook, where he chases squirrels,
while I sit on a stump and listen
to the birds, the gurgling water.
It all seems new again.
Moments like this, I am at peace,
and I feel safe within the walls of home,
although it's never far behind me,
that other fear, the bloody phantom
that comes leaping at me in my dreams.
[I should also mention that I combined this prompt with the "Wordle" word bank on the blog The Sunday Whirl. I used all the words from the bank: dry, rocky, hollow, wood, brook, birds, new, walls, although, never, phantom, leaping.]