PTSD

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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Boundaries

My words to them unspoken My heart becomes broken I know to them I must not speak If it is wellness that I seek I know their faces I must not see If it is healthy I want to be I know their voices I must not hear From within comes a deadening fear And so I’ll take my broken heart From this web I must... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 28, 2008

What is it?

WHAT IS IT What is it? It speaks but makes no sound What is it? It touches but does not feel What is it? It hurts but leaves no mark What is it? It cuts but does not draw blood What is it? It kills but does not die What is it? CRITICISM Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Confused

Confusion Trapped in a world of confusion, searching for a way out. Her head filled with disillusion, sometimes she just wants to shout. Seeks and finds refuge, in a very safe place. The weight lifted was huge, and a smile comes to her face. Soon she will leave this safe haven, and return to the... Sign in to see full entry.

Lost then Found

Lost then Found Traveling alone in her journey through life So carefree and free from strife So many doors, so many ways to turn For a stable life she does yearn Opening a door with a man so strong She asks him to come along Traveling the journey alone no more She stops looking for that special door... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Been There, Done That

Been There, Done That There she sits all alone she speaks in a fearful tone I outstretch my hand You don’t understand He beats me, calls me names, plays these stupid mind games I know exactly where you’re at been there, done that. You don’t understand I don’t want to take your hand He is the father... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Meds

Rainbow of Colors This rainbow of colors in which I live Peace of mind is what it does give Red and yellow and pink and blue Round, square, triangular too Purple and orange and green Oval in shape it may be seen This rainbow of colors in which I live A good night’s sleep it does give It may change... Sign in to see full entry.

What is This Thing Called PTSD

What is PTSD What is this thing called PTSD Why has it come to you and me? Why does it bring old memories back? Why is it self-esteem we lack? Why must we always be on alert? To prevent ourselves from being hurt? Why do we have sleepless nights? Why must we recall those fights? Why must we avoid... Sign in to see full entry.

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