Friday, April 1, 2011

Being MIA--benefits and downsides

We all go mia from time to time--either we need to isolate to deal with hard times, or we just get busy and forget to take time for ourselves. When I go mia, I tend to write more. It's usually about what I'm dealing with in my life at the moment. The problem with isolating is that you feel even more alone and don't allow anyone to help you through. It also makes it harder to get back into the groove of things. This is a poem from my latest mia mission--something I've been coping with for a long time. Feel free to post anything you create during your "alone" time! I see your blood from time to time. Cement walkways stained with it... Walls painted red-- I knew you would die judging by the hole in your chest. I see your blood from time to time. It's in my dreams, lights flickering, a girl screams. The walls are stained. She chases me, down the stairs-- never-ending ending stairs Look in the mirror, what do you see? That girl, she could be me... Covered in blood, your blood hands and feet-- uniform, and just me. I feel dirty, wearing his blood for days. I see your blood, from time to time.

3 comments:

  1. I almost envy the dreams that can be seen and remembered, a signpost... something to see. I understand too that they are unsightly signs you are seeing.

    I am told I was dreaming, thrashing about, kicking and punching 1, 2, 3.

    I dont remember, so I think I am lucky.

    Its been over 40 years and Im still a little confused.

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  2. Just had one last night-woke me up at 0400--dead bodies stuffed in mattresses-an ugly scene. Had to get up and smoke a cig to shake it. I can remember vivid details, colors, shapes and faces--never forget...

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  3. Not happy signposts to see again and again. My arm is around your shoulder.

    I only have mystery no vivid dreams, just pictures in my head of the parachute flares breaking the total darkness.... Other guys remembered other stuff, I know it happened... Found our medic "doc Jim", he remembered me, said I was "not wound very tight".. For sure, not the greatest soldier I.

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