In the shadows, where memories reside, A veteran walks, her heart heavy inside. A mental health warrior, her purpose strong, Haunted by specters, the echoes of wrong. Figures emerge, lurking in the night, Resembling her brothers and sisters in fight. Troubled patients, once comrades in arms, Now haunting her dreams with their silent alarms. She served with valor, her duty fulfilled, But the wounds of war, they linger still. Haunted by the faces she couldn't save, Her faith in herself begins to wane. In the depths of darkness, doubt takes hold, Fearful that she failed those brave and bold. Their eyes reflect anguish, stories untold, Her heart aches for the battles they hold. Yet, amidst the shadows, a flicker of light, A reminder of purpose, burning so bright. For she is a beacon, a lifeline of care, Guiding the wounded through the depths of despair. She listens with empathy, their pain she bears, Offering solace, unraveling their fears. Though haunted by ghosts, she fights with resolve, To heal their wounds and help them evolve. In the depths of night, she finds her strength, Drawing on courage, she goes to great lengths, To honor her brothers and sisters in arms, To heal their spirits, to restore their charms. For within her heart, the fire still burns, A vow to her comrades, a lesson she learns. Though shadows may haunt her, she won't be deterred, In her healing journey, their voices are heard. So she walks with purpose, a veteran's grace, Guiding the troubled to a better place. In the face of darkness, she'll always strive, To bring them back to the light, alive.