By Timothy Sheridan, Army
Writing Type: Poem
Like a flock of margarine jets
That flew too close to the sun.
My eyes are burning off the tears,
Like a brain that’s cooked for years
And finally realizes that it’s done.
The fear has gone from my face,
Like a leper in a self embrace.
I can’t hurt myself anymore.
My life’s becoming round and whole,
Like a body that’s found its soul.
I finally came home from the war.