THE BURDEN IS HEAVY
How can I believe in heaven,
Knowing the lives that I’ve destroyed,
For I did not turn the other cheek,
When in warfare we deployed?
I do not really seek forgiveness,
For what I’ve done is done,
For I chose to be a soldier,
And a servant of the gun.
I do not fool myself in thinking,
To some heaven I will go,
Though in my heart there is no man,
That I consider to be my foe.
Yes, the veteran’s burden is so heavy,
Though the ache may never show.
2
How can I explain the anger,
That surges from my brain,
The torment and frustration,
Of having no one else to blame?
How do I explain the sleepless nights,
Why I weep without a cause,
Why I avoid the social lights,
And hide behind locked doors?
Can you tell me why I’m sad,
Though my life is filled with joy,
Why I’m depressed to see you glad,
Why I argue and annoy …
Can you tell me why I live ..
When I have nothing left to give?
3
Do you know someone like me,
I doubt it very much,
Whom you know but seldom see,
Who rejects your loving touch.
Who spends all his time alone,
Always searching for the truth,
Always absent when at home,
Always irritable and aloof.
Yet who longs to be like others,
Not different and remote,
Who shares his soul with brothers,
For only they can give him hope…
I wonder if you know me...
And how difficult it is to cope.
4
Well I thought I was unusual,
But I knew that could not be,
But for years my minds refusal,
Would not let my soul be free.
I know there must be others,
Who know the pain I feel,
Who in themselves discover,
That if their traumas they reveal,
Then they can feel much better,
That attitudes can change,
That the burden that they carry,
Can be lightened; rearranged.
That life can take on meaning,
Without being seen as strange.
5
Use your friends to bounce off,
Fear not to speak your piece,
That through their understanding,
All your anxieties release.
We are all just human beings,
We need each other to survive,
No matter where you come from,
While we live we are alive.
And though life was never easy,
We were given strength enough to cope,
All we need to do is find it,
And give each other hope...
And that my friends is my bit,
Of medicated soap.
© 15 August 2000 by Colin F Jones
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