Ptsd Poems
strawberry
by Soulayma A.
i wanted to write about you
lovely cherry
you didn't ask to be born too
but you are glad you do
i wanted to write about you
cuz you are not like anyone i knew
you didn't say anything you want to be
you just ARE everything you want to be
......
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.
......
My Boy
by May Golda
I was sent to the edge of that cliff, and there I sat.
There I stared into the void, the nothingness.
I felt the rock from beneath sifting...crumbling.
Stillness
I could not find the strength, as the earth beneath disinterested.
......
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,
......
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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strawberry
by Soulayma A.
i wanted to write about you
lovely cherry
you didn't ask to be born too
but you are glad you do
i wanted to write about you
cuz you are not like anyone i knew
you didn't say anything you want to be
you just ARE everything you want to be
......
Your eyes
by May Golda
Your eyes where like warmth.
Your eyes where like home.
Your eyes became pain.
Your eyes became torment.
Your eyes are like scares.
Yours eyes still remain.
Your I eyes, I do wish I could prick from my brain!
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My Boy
by May Golda
I was sent to the edge of that cliff, and there I sat.
There I stared into the void, the nothingness.
I felt the rock from beneath sifting...crumbling.
Stillness
I could not find the strength, as the earth beneath disinterested.
......
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.
......
