Worried

I am worried.
I wonder how someone can hate another so much to terrorize and kill.
I hear the coverage;
another soldier fighting for my freedom, dead.
I am grateful.
I pretend that the soldiers are in no danger
because the world is a good place and will all come home alive.
I feel anger towards the enemy for harming us Americans.
I touch the grave of a once living soldier.
I worry a lot,
because I want them all to come home safe.
I cry because I miss my daddy who is far far away.
I am free.
I understand freedom isn't free
and am grateful for those who pay for it.
I dream of a day where there is no hate or terror.
I try to understand why you had to leave for so long
in such a dangerous place.
I hope you come home safe.
I am worried.
I am worried.