Explosive

Scarred existence seeks a patience born of peace Cannot find the path tainted ruts of blood line a minefield. (Poem originally appeared on Twitter.  Visit me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)

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Treading Trauma

Treading water where barracudas swarm, inject a drop of kindness incite a ravenous threat Quick the decision to bail, shed contamination, resulting terror – shame exposed. Now tread slough longing floored robed in foreboding trembling in shadows. (I have made poor choices in my life, which still haunt my dreams.  My therapist says to focus […]

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Was That Really Me?

Was that really me, signed his life away fresh-faced, innocent marched North then sailed East to unknown seas? Fuelled by anticipation, anchored by camaraderie, that boy who crawled through jungle deep weathered Burma heat and nightmarish infestations, adrenaline pumping infiltrated enemy lines unarmed, feckless nursed fears with booze adopted false bravado. Was that really me, […]

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The Art of Survival

Learned the art of survival from father, a commando trained warrior, never able to leave the battles behind A sharp-shooter, whose expert eye tracked our every fault; with sniper precision shot us down. Innocence has no place when the enemy resides within; when trigger lines are camouflaged by wall- to-wall carpets, and young minds, craving […]

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House of Horrors

If life is an amusement park, then I, the wary visitor, purse clutched to body, peer about anxiously, rattled by crowds; an overprotective parent, herding my delighted flock, reigning in wandering feet, responsibility a stern cloud. Childlike minds thrive under blinding lights, the violence of sounds, smells of cotton candy sweetness: promises of thrills, will […]

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