When you stop,
When you remember
Those bullets are for you,
That rocket is for you,
That IED is for you.
If you keep moving, fear will never lay a finger on you. Not a breath. Not a whisper.
If you keep moving.
Guilt only comes if you pause.
If you keep moving, that dust can never touch you.
Not a whisper, not a breath.
You can knock it off your boots and get back in the humvee.
And just keep moving.
Peace only comes in the pause.
When you can find the stillness at long last.
With a tender whisper, with a quiet breath,
When the fear and the guilt are far behind.
You start moving.