Ptsd Poems
sheath
by Mister Rotten
tremulous land
beseeched me to quiver
to bide, to tarry
somewhere inside
somewhere upriver
blessed and extraordinary
obscurity everlasting
obstructive, obtrusive, occlusive
unfuckable
......
Mother
by Ashley Williams
There once was a woman tamed with internal toil
Guarded and gutted, lost and forgotten
Her heart brimmed with passion for the broods she bore
Yet the stagnant air wept at the musty wooden door
No longer rising by the sun’s sail
Her heavy limbs silently seeped toward the floor
Too weary to feel too numb to mourn
The degree of fear she’s felt within was no flaw
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Finding my voice
by Rachel Osborne
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God.
In the beginning were church words,
lessons to be read to the rapt congregation.
Step up to the lecturn. Projection, enunciation.
This is the word of the Lord. Thanks be to God.
Sit down, kneel down, stand up, sing.
My sister and I knew all the lines, we mouthed along, we rolled our eyes.
The words of the Father, our father, preaching, teaching,
......
Armour
by Erin Owens
Dissocaition is the armour my mind
and body so desperately clings too.
Wrapping myself in a hazy dream,
The real me only seen by few.
My laughter muffled, my cries suffocate,
A skill I so perfectly cultivate.
The emotions escape me as I try to feel,
All human experience does not feel real.
......
time machine
by Sarah A
pining for the days when i fried my brain
sobriety hasn’t made me less insane
we partied so hard i forgot my name
but i still remember the rules of the game
let's build a time machine just to forget the pain
go to a place where there was nothing to prove or attain
when my thoughts flowed like a steady rain
instead of this never-ending hurricane
remind myself of the lessons i learnt
survival through change is the main point
......
Trauma
by Raven,Luna,Ace Bailey
In the depths of night, shadows dance and play,
Echoes of a nightmare's twisted sway.
A sharp intake of breath, a surge of dread,
PTSD's grip clutches, fills me with lead.
A male's touch, a whisper's breath,
It transports me back, to the brink of death.
Fear's icy fingers trace my trembling skin,
As horrors resurface, where they've always been.
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Armour
by Erin Owens
Dissocaition is the armour my mind
and body so desperately clings too.
Wrapping myself in a hazy dream,
The real me only seen by few.
My laughter muffled, my cries suffocate,
A skill I so perfectly cultivate.
The emotions escape me as I try to feel,
All human experience does not feel real.
......
Angel of Darkness
by Allison Anderson
I became friends with the darkness
The sun has become a myth
The Rain was only a comforting sound
And how I missed the snow
The walls were covered in tally marks
Counting the days
But seems time has escaped me
And the monsters in my head where only getting louder
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Finding my voice
by Rachel Osborne
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God.
In the beginning were church words,
lessons to be read to the rapt congregation.
Step up to the lecturn. Projection, enunciation.
This is the word of the Lord. Thanks be to God.
Sit down, kneel down, stand up, sing.
My sister and I knew all the lines, we mouthed along, we rolled our eyes.
The words of the Father, our father, preaching, teaching,
......
time machine
by Sarah A
pining for the days when i fried my brain
sobriety hasn’t made me less insane
we partied so hard i forgot my name
but i still remember the rules of the game
let's build a time machine just to forget the pain
go to a place where there was nothing to prove or attain
when my thoughts flowed like a steady rain
instead of this never-ending hurricane
remind myself of the lessons i learnt
survival through change is the main point
......
