I am a melancholy me today,
So many thoughts inside.
Nothing that I want to share,
And everything to hide.
I have not processed all the feelings,
Have not worked through all the fears,
Have not worked through all the things,
That have built up through the years.
I am cognisant of sacrifice,
And grateful for those who act,
Those who protect and serve,
But suffer after the fact.
I’ve spent time in my own pain today,
I am trying to find me,
But my respect lies with the many,
Who work, and worked, to keep us free.
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