Bring Them Peace

I have strived to assist those who I had believed needed and persuaded me of my support.
I have tried and I have failed twice now.
I absolutely must remain focused to conserve my mental peace.
I have placed myself and my family at risk, by attempting every day, to be a calm and safe shoulder for others to rest their heads upon.
 A hug from afar, with accessible and open wings to show them I am here and I care.
I'm not superior to anyone or hold any higher sovereignty.
I am a human being with faults who has memorized grounding techniques, halting in place my triggers and battling the negative bullets, trying to shatter my spirit, by walking along the trails directly to my PTSD.
I am a warrior. I come in peace or I will strike you down. I've had enough.
I choose between a positive environment or a negative one. I choose positivity. Always.
I have rarely revealed to anyone, the tiny facet of a crack, inside the iceberg that slopes down to the chasms of my foundation.
Within this, the existence of my spirit remains a raw, diamond boulder, blazing a dominant light of protection for the love and honor of myself and my family.
In particular, my compassion was erroneously received as my weakness. Perception is an individual assumption.
No further will I comprise my own achievements, attained by my intelligence and nurturing instincts of nature and her plethora of treasures.
We will all remain as a lifeline, an obstacle, or a soldier. Who will you be, during and after our war? I am a soldier.
 Gratify your inner light. Try by any means necessary to move forward every day in search of a glimmer of hope and pray to your deity for all of them, those who are lonely, and those who are dying alone.
By giving some hope to the heroes of the health care workers in our hospitals. The OSHA-certified, janitor's, laundry room, prep staff, security, I.T., cook's in the kitchens, toxic and nontoxic trash unit, CNAs, PA's, NA's and every single volunteer.
My Nightingale, who has now become aware she can not go home.
She is holding the hands of your family and friends who have no one else but her as they pass on.
She is moving forward every day discovering her inner light dimming because human beings are still refusing to stay safe and stay home.
Be reasonable. Try harder. Give her the light of hope now. She has the right to be at peace.