Tom Puetz’s Poetry
A veteran’s shattered soul needs more than flowers
Shattered souls and hummingbirds
More than flowers need
Fateful Steps
I am not the path I walk along
nor the kind of shoes I wear.
I’m not the things I hold or keep
or the burdens that I bear.
Combat veterans see themselves as “The Monster”
Combat veterans see themselves as “The Monster” in the mirror
Scars from Childhood Trauma
We, the scars
Are slices through time
Inception to pain to healing
Disconnected from life
Disconnected from life
I would tread water
Until I washed up somewhere
Our love was a casualty of war
What dreams have you been hiding? Is there something you can’t tell? Perhaps an unknown anger, a fear that love can’t quell.