Feelings, Forgotten

Feelings, forgotten, find footing I feel Forsaken for freedoms fragile hearts need to heal Faith in what’s fallen finds familiar ground What’s lost is now fine’ly so fittingly found Quizzically curious yet quite cautious I’ll be To catch, claim, acquire what’s now correct for me Concerns creep clandestine, cry subconsciously Cracked quiet, a cat-o-nine quells … More Feelings, Forgotten

Love & Loss: 2

July, 1943. Sicily. I wonder if Father is proud of me. He always told me I would grow to accomplish great things one day. Yet here I lay, cold and cramped in a cot hardly fit for a prisoner.  When I joined the US 7th, they told us we were undertaking one of the most … More Love & Loss: 2