I figured a poem might be fun today.  Analyze at your own risk...  :)

 

The Walking Wounded

We are the Walking Wounded

Hurt, Broken, Injured

Marching forth, for life’s Cause

 

Finding ourselves; our endless pursuit

Looking, searching, for God knows what

 

Wounds, aimed at the Core

Aimed at our Identity

Aimed at our very souls

 

Intent on keeping us out of the race

Knocking us into submission

 

And yet we fight

Wounds and all

For life’s great Cause

 

For any other path is futile

 

We are the Walking Wounded

Rescuing those like us

Recruiting soldiers, agents of Healing

 

Others to march on

Ever pressing

Onward toward

The Goal

 

Life Abundant.