Is it that I never found myself 
or that no one ever found me?
Over and over the question remains
as I walk through the hills and valleys 
of life’s journey in my mind and soul.
 
Friends come and go,
experiences come and go,
memories come and go,
living in this shrouded misty fog.
 
Reaching out to you, my love,
my query yearns for a ray of light.
Blurred by filled eyes in the night,
I catch a glimmer of your returning gaze
engulfed by a strained smile of haze.
 
In frozen time our love remains a sigh
while our hearts and thoughts race on high
for any form of an answer lending support,
handicapped by conditioning days of yore.
 
In this occupied space of misunderstanding,
my heart cries and screams out a plea withstanding
to break this code, to free my heart of locked chains,
fighting to keep our country free
if only there was a key for me to be free.
 
Hope is alive; we await to see
with awakened eyes a true answer,
for an understanding how to control
and keep at bay the locks that persisted. 

We can become FREE by VA counseling. 
It is time now for “US” to be free.
PTSD: post-traumatic stress disorder 
SHOULD BE: prevent terrible stress-disappear.