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Written while recovering from PTSD following the Iraq War.

The Waves

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse09 Jun 2014

The waves diminish slowly,
A tide retreating from a brutal flood;
Where once I stood and felt their shocking

Cold slap on my chest,
And feared my feet
Would be swept from under me,

Now they splash playfully at my toes,
Their menace gone,
Snakes without fangs,

Or yet to learn the art of venom.
Only faint echoes of the overwhelming,
Unstoppable incoming rush

That swept on mercilessly,
Taking everything away with it,
And leaving me gasping,

Drenched and naked,
Lashed by the double-edged luck
Of the survivor.