Getting It Together

Like me you will be frightened as you walk on the floor;

Your stomach will tighten as they close the door.

They will show you your room; it will seem like a cell.

As you say goodbye to your family you will want to yell.

You won’t understand it now but you’re not alone;

In time you’ll feel better, than you can go home.

The doctor and nurses they really do care;

This is the first sign that life can be fair.

The first night is the longest, it will seem to never end;

Sleep will eventually come, a thankful friend.

You are not alone, there will be others;

No matter their problems, you are still all brothers.

Feel free to sit, feel free to walk;

Feel free to be quiet, feel free to talk.

In time your emotions will not feel so numb;

You will look forward to the morning to come.

There is no button to push that relieves the pain;

You have nothing to lose, everything to gain.

You won’t be perfect, no one can be;

Today I’m looking forward to just being me.

Michael D. Monfrooe

Written after I settled down at the VA in 1999.