The war has ended, but
my scars and wounds are unlimited.

My wounds fester in pain.
Even my sleep feels strained.

Every tissue and muscle sinew is aching.
The heart and soul are breaking under the strain.

In battles, there were many triumphs.
Each respite in fight showed promise of victory.

Now that the war is finished,
I need to be patient to heal,
all the wounds that remain behind.

The healing takes more effort than the fight.
It stretches on and on,
each muscle and nerve that must regrow.

It takes
every
ounce of
energy.
Healing is
the deepest struggle.