Split Images

Menu of feelings and images lurked in his head
Myriad of scenes flashed before his eyes
He tried blinking at the sun hoping they’d disappear
Too much post trauma

Imprints of his memory are all that his eyes could see
Staring back at him were visions of life in battle
Quietly he sat in an attempt to clear his mind
Time seem not to care

A gently cleansing erased his woozy focal point
New scope invigorated his mental theatre
So captivating it made him become oriented
Way beyond mental flashbacks

Standing between yesterday and tomorrow
The veteran’s heart managed to smile awhile
Memory cannot fade without being tear-jerked
Life has set him free