A homecoming, with no home
No banners, no smiles, no "thank you's"
An empty house of dirt and silence
Filled once upon a time with laughter
Momma's cookin' and Daddy's smokin'
Now it's guns ringing and soldiers screaming
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Standing shoulder to shoulder with each of my brothers
Tied with loyalty, not with blood.
Supporting each other, the beams of a house
I am my house.
Shabby, Broken, Unwelcomed
A homecoming, with no home.
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