“A Scattered Mind”
Scattered can be my shelf
I try to heal myself,
It can be hard to love oneself
Skeletons may remain.
Honestly I barely contain
Once done by grenade,
Another time the bullets did fly
Worse by others ties.
A life of hiding another’s guise
Even my eyes have surprise,
It gets hard to live this life
My mind is scatter-fest
But still I try my best
To protect the mess,
This is no jest.
I could really use some rest
Before I lose my crest,
If it wasn’t for the best
I’d have lost the rest.
-CWH-
About the Creator
Corey W Harland
Retired soldier, writing as a therapy, hobby, and as a dream career as I go. I hope to fill this page with poetry, photographs, and stories that will inspire all who read to embrace their own beauty and let their own lights shine bright!
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