Tributes

PTSD and the Pearl

Chris Woolnough 25 April 2006

War put a grain of sand in the soldiers heart,
The pain it caused tore his soul apart,
He writhed and squirmed as his agony grew,
Tragedy was the only thing he knew.

Loved ones watched his pain, they felt it too.

No one understood that grain of sand,
Or the purpose for the pain at hand.
Trying to rip that stone right from his heart,
Prevented healing from the start.

Loved ones watched his pain, they felt it too.
No one knew just what to do.

That grain of sand became a rock,
A hardened stone that some would mock.
Anger and numbness tried to conceal,
The pain that hurt too much to feel.

Loved ones watched his pain, they felt it too.
No one knew just what to do.
Soon their hearts too would turn to stone,
Suffering their pain alone.

Oh agony, what a heavy price to pay,
To thrash and cast that boulder away,
No one understood in order to heal,
Pain is a virtue we all must feel.

That grain of sand is growing now,
And our soldiers hearts are changed somehow,
But as each layer of pain unfurls,
Inside his heart, there lies a pearl.

That irritating little grain of sand,
Has grown to something we now understand.
His loved ones watched, they felt it too.
Now there's a pearl of wisdom inside of you.

A treasure to behold, not of shame,
PTSD is the survivors name,
The very thing we once have hated,
Is a thing of beauty war created.