Life;

Like the swift hand of an angry mother

Struck me in the face

Sending me to my knees begging for a change

Time;

They say will heal the wounds of the past

But with each passing day

Bigger and wider the wounds grow

I am sentenced to forever suffer

When you’re sixteen

You can’t see how you’re decisions will affect your

Life

You don’t understand how

Time

Can only heal things that can be replaced

 

Love;

Comes and goes as they say

A broken heart is not healed with time

It finds another to glue the pieces back together

 

A dream.

 

You only get one

It’s an amazing feeling

Knowing what you want to be

Preparing yourself to be that person

When it’s ripped away

You can’t get it back

You see

For me

My dream involved a uniform

Camo

Blue

Ships

I wanted to serve

I wanted to matter

I wanted to make a difference

But at sixteen you don’t fully grasp how you’re decisions affect the rest of your

Life

A soldier.

The hardest job one can do

Some find it to be rewarding

Making a difference

Being a part of something bigger than yourself

You matter

Some come home

And are proud

Some take a fatal route

 

Depression;

Like a hurricane nearing itself to the shores of a sunny home

Has whipped itself through our armed forces

Whipped its way into my life

I spoke

I got help

I was “fixed”

Only to find that

My dreams are now unattainable

The uniform I so longed to wear

Has become out of reach

My dreams were shattered

Never to be replaced

I spoke up

If I could change one thing

I would make myself be quiet