PRISONER OF WAR
I was never captured
in the hands of the enemy;
and made it back to my homeland
the place where folks are free.
My everyday existence
is not caged in a cell
I’m not at the mercy of evil,
suffering their wrath of hell.
My body is my own
to treat as I see fit
but my soul is changed forever
and my heart will not forget.
My Brother who died on the battlefield
as his blood soaked into my skin
visions of death, disfigurement, and horror
replay in my mind over and over again.
And those who are missing in action?
Vanished? Gone? Why? How?
No answers to questions way back then
and certainly no answers now.
My Brothers who were captured by the enemy;
confined, at the mercy of evil’s war:
I live with them inside my soul
and will be with them forever more.
True I made it home my Brothers,
but in my heart I will never be free.
In my soul, I am a prisoner of war
and to my death, it will follow me.
©Copyright June 5, 2002 by Eileen Breedlove
Submitted for the June 2002 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Prisoner of War”