A Dream?

Like waking up from a bad dream,
That's just how it may seem,
The bending of metal and taring of flesh,
We survived so we were blessed,
The physical healing had slowly begun,
Mental torture still isn't fun,
Fear and emotions are all in the mix,
Not something a doctor or lawyer can fix,
It's something with which we must get a grip,
So into depression we won't slip,
There's other around so we're not alone,
Some probably as close as the phone,
It's all what once we all felt,
And with it we all have dealt,
We are friends believe that is true,
Because we are survivors just like you,
So when we hug or I shake your hand,
I know what you feel and I do understand,
I am hoping you will put your guard down,
Because love and support you have now found!

An Uncle Charlie Original