How easy it is to look at those that come back from a war–
broken, hurting, barely sane, fighting for their lives
And then we compare their battle scars to those who’ve
yet to fight so far
Held up to the beauty of safety and security,
the fighters are deemed the weaker mind
So we treat those with damaged souls
those scars and tears from their own hands
With this lens we look on with disdain at those
who suffer from the pain
Don’t you dare delude yourself that they are weaker for surviving
maybe barely
more battles than you have ever even fought