We are the walking wounded
Silently navigating hospital corridors
Overhead flourescents illuminating our exhaustion
Highlighting tired eyes and tear stained cheeks.
We are the walking wounded
Wearing masks of bravery for our children's sake
Cheap facades crumbling easily when little ones sleep
Heavy hearts needing comfort away from children's eyes and ears.
We are the walking wounded
Witnessing our children's howls and wails
Wearing their pain as though it were our own
Vain attempts to lessen their burdens.
I am, indeed, walking wounded.
The diagnosis does not wear my name
But by marking my daughter as one of it's own
My spirit has been forever be scarred.
Yet we, the walking wounded, keep on walking.
Picking up the pieces
Kissing injection sites and offering cheap distractions
All the while wanting to sacrifice ourselves for their sake.
But we can't.... and so we keep on walking.
Walking though wounded
One foot, then the other
Wearing brave faces.
Just for them.
Always.
3 comments:
Very good writing.. deep, dark yet with some light.
Thank you.
dark yet with some light.
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