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When the shrapnel of the war

exploded

scattering like the wounded

in an exotic market

loaded

with a surprising enemy

it was a picture of you

that carried me to safety

When all hope

was torn away

by a gang of wind

even as the knives of rain

were slashing rivers of experience

across my body

it was the promise of home

that kept me dry

and even though I am still lying

in a different section of the world

staring into a dirty hospital mirror

I haven’t given up dreaming

waiting for the day that we can stand together

in the reflection

I guess, for now, it is enough just to know that you are out there

your love is healing to this helpless victim

coming home to you will be my salvation