You Did Not
It is not like the stories you once read
those men did not once show their ache
you did not think how much you soon bled
you held on, no matter how much to take
although you hid it, it was not once fake
you did it for them, the ones you care for
for them you suffered, did it for their sake
throughout it all strange habits it bore
home life it took too, kindredships it tore
as things seemed as if they would be forever
you returned to find away it did soar
without warning it became easier
and now you are left there now its all fine
perhaps it will all heal, all in due time
This poem is about:
Me
My family