Poetry

fear grips me
and I spin
counting, 1, 2, 3
My mind spins wildly!
Churning stomach
Clammy, hot, sweaty
Tight chest
As I try my best
To shake this feeling
This feeling of utter dread
Climb out of bed
In the middle of the night
Pure terror, pure fright
Grips me with all of my might!
This is what nightmares look like
This is flashbacks
This is pure hell!
Oh how I wish
It would end
Not tonight, I say to myself
As I make some tea
And now that I am wide awake
Prepare for the day ahead

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Author: Carol Anne

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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