In Adversity (For all PTSD sufferers)

by | Jan 1, 2014 | Poetry | 0 comments

As fair weather friends in droves peel away
Confronted alone; our future’s unclear
Where all didst chip in; aye “Back in the day”
Now singular paths, leave life more austere
Loads are for sharing; a burden relieved
No task insurmountable, should we choose
Helping one’s neighbour, a truth once perceived
May play vital part; wouldst spirit infuse
Real “Brothers” are born midst adversity
Whilst others despair, (thro’ fear) of their stance
Firm unions are forged, no duplicity
Which helps (on road) to redemption perchance
So reach out in hope don’t fret or beware
Should you need support, we’ll always be there


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