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Purple Heart

  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

You did not like to talk about the war

But I have seen the anguish in your eyes

The reflex of your hand touching the scar.

How many times must one apologize?

Knowing it was a question not to ask

But quietly the answer carved your brow

The one you knew but carried on somehow

With a great purpose that you took to task

Terrible pain inside the depth of you

Which forged your kindness and humanity.

Alone you return to that distant view

Where no medal will ever set you free.

 
 
 

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