silent angels...

so many fell

on the battlefields

of war

but so many

fell

later

inner scars

torments

festered

broke

the person who was

and left

the curse

of shrapnel

for them

the war was not over

it was far from over

but close by

there were those

who nursed

this shell of life

fighting still on a battlefield

only visible

to those who

tried to help

tried to understand

these were 

the war's

unsung heroes

bearing

untold stories

the war's

silent angels

P.S. This poem is in response to a moving story told today by a Temora woman of her family's experience with returned soldiers. 

For some, the war was not over, was not won...

For the silent angels, the battle had just begun...