Waves

Like moonlit waves
Across the waters surface
Everything is distorted
A perpetual disturbance

My condition makes me nervous
The symptoms chill my bones
Will I ever beat this sickness
Or will it swallow me whole

So I re-align my goals
While I question the purpose
Of doing such a thing
If the effort is even worth it

I go back to the rippled surface
From which my thoughts reflect
Deciding what part of me to release
And what part of me to protect

What things to remember
And what things to forget
And if all of this was worth
The title of a combat vet

If the list of things I've accomplished
Will ever be as long as my list of regrets
I don't have the answers now
But the test ain't over yet.