A week
Of mourning
Sadness
and tears
Listing emotions
Revisiting fears
Inside ptsd
It’s a place
You never want to wander
Flashbacks
Unorganised
Becomes like a career
It’s life changing
Life limiting
But we don’t discuss this
Ptsd is like living
With an extra organ or limb
That doesn’t function doesn’t work
It’s irrational and lonely
And touch is hard to accept
But I am also dying for you to hold me
Trust
Is too
Something ptsd controls
Who do you go to?
Where can you talk?
And
When you are sad
Sometimes it’s a relief
Because it’s better
Than a flare up
From ptsd.
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