Another one from the archives….
The Wisdom of the Afflicted
How do I not be
A veteran?
My identity defined by my life’s shame?
Unremittingly blamed
By myself
For being the sum of my experience
Ignorant of events
Until survival made knowledge irrelevant
I feel like a brittle leaf
Pinned on a twig by the wind
Rustling helplessly to be freed
Before I crumble in the breeze
It is a tender spot
Healed and cushioned by time
‘Til it becomes a mere plot
In some dope-induced war story
But it smarts at the touch
Of rough-skinned rhetoric
And it aches a warning
Of impending storms
I am a prophet by pain
I have the wisdom of the afflicted
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