I saw you,
In the little things:
The way I cross my Ts,
My hand still shakes,
As it dances with anxiety and memory,
You’d say “I’ll never leave you…”,
But war made you a liar,
As it always does.
Lunch
Published by ruckwarrior
From the desert sands to the wilderness to the writing pad is where you'll find me these days. I'm a veteran turned storyteller writing about life and war. I capture the human experience through fresh eyes, compassion, and an open heart. Vulnerability and candidness are the lifeblood to my storytelling. My writing encompasses war, life after war, the outdoors, the reality and struggles we all face while living as guests on this earth, and joy that can be had once we discover ourselves. View all posts by ruckwarrior
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