PTSD

The wounds that keep on opening

The ship frozen in crystal

The nightmare come unbidden

The wraith that keeps on rising

The overcoming never overcome

The tragedy recurring.

 

How do I come into the present again?

Today I forget what it means to be anything other than a damaged tapestry.

 

How much energy is the past going to swallow today?

Today my self-defence mechanisms are wearing out their own gears.

(Lucky we are built as anxiety-machines! Otherwise there would be nothing left)

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