Foolish pride.

My Iraqi ribbon,

it just sits on my window sill.

A memory twelve years ago,

Why can't I let it go?

Sometimes I fantasize,

that I had the ability

to throw it in the sea.

People must see it!

Or how will they know,

that I once held a gun?

And thought shooting Humans was fun.

If only I could go back.

Put my life on track

But I'm sure that aggressive guy,

would just tell me to die.

Author's Note

Still working on this one, just came so fast. Any help on structure etc would be great.

Reviews

[Philip Muls]

That aggressive guy, is that the you of 12 years ago ?

A lot can happen over that time period. You might surprise yourself of what you have become.

I see a lot of guilt, very natural if it comes from a war that you embraced at that time.

Good authenticity.

[John Hanafin]

Thanks, yes I was trying to talk about my 18 year old self and my inability to let go of a physical reminder of him.