Psychological warfare

Friends talk of trauma
Of tough lifetimes
Of undue cruelty
And harsh associations

They talk with love
Deserve
For care
Soon to be rewarded

That time is here
In the saddlebag a mirror
For connections
To be fair reflected

Past troubles
Softened with hugs and
Embraces; quiet places
Found together

Fear, the muteness of dejection
Silently rejected
Even without
One word of reply

That was
Psychological warfare
For which
All are unprepared

Here love is clear
In these hands a cradle
For cares
Safely to be swayed

Past doubts
Smashed with endless action
With energetic research
Dashed with boundless fun


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