I wrote this poem for me originally because my parents argued a lot sadly due to my father being in the military. He received PTSD while is war. My mother couldn't take it any more because while he lost a soldier in his arms, we lost are father in the process too. He began to forget his responsibility has a husband and for me a.... father. I wanted to silence the arguing in the internal battle in me and mostly my mother because how he verbally abused her. But then one day I read this poem to my father and when I looked into his eyes I could tell he was crying. Not my the outside but on the inside. His eyes displayed sadness. He said to me, "That sounds like a person with PTSD. Everyday day I hear a ringing in my eyes, it's a side affect from the bomb. To me it's the screams of the men who were blown up in the war. I think I want to hold on to this to help me through out the day." So I would like to dedicate this poem to all the children, wives, husbands, friends, or anyone connected to the military who has suffered---especially the soldiers who fought for our country. God bless and enjoy this poem that is a part of me and also the soldiers with PTSD.