Friendly Fire
Among the many things to date
you shall always be
Though caught in the crossfire of
what was and what is
wounds become battle scars
as our soul heals
Sometimes friendly fire hurts
more, but caring is the intent
Thankful but wishing the past were
more the present
and so we tend
to wounds unseen but there
Biting the bullet is our
meal this day
It's bitter taste reality
In war where a single shot was
never fired but hit it's mark
In the name of love, a cry goes out
and love becomes you again
Medic!
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