Peace At Last

Written by Esme Shane

The moon shimmers in the night sky

Owls stoically perch on leafless branches

Their occasional hoot shattering the stillness

A mournful train whistle in the distance

Clattering along cold iron rails

Where is it going, does it matter?

A solitary silhouette in an upstairs window

Angry voices, breaking glass, painful shouts

Bright flashes reflected, two loud pops


No more nightmares.

No more anger.

No more pain.

No more PTSD.

She smiles. Peace at last.

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