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Ptsd poetry anyone?

The Day After

I was so tired
from Trauma Therapy
yet I had to clean house
that was my plan.

So I alternated
cleaning one place
napping, snoring...
cleaning another.

I got a lot done.

It is amazing
what one can accomplish
when one puts one's mind to it,
a mind cleansed of pain.

Hard work deserves a nap
several actually
I cannot do it all at once
that goes for the therapy too.

SpiritSong
 
Break Away

It's a push-pull effect that I feel,
Many life secrets my mind does conceal,
Flashbacks are increasing,
And memories I'm a-piecing,
Some days therapy can be such an ordeal.

When I'm driving to T's, at times I think "Hey",
"No not therapy, not therapy today.
Turn this car right around,
Don't be therapy bound,
It's time for a no-therapy day."

So, I just took a month therapy break,
At first, I thought it was a mistake,
Twas impulsive to bail.
I blew off T with e-mail,
Overwhelmed..... just so much as stake.

It's hard when you're actively abused,
Hurting.....my emotions were so terribly bruised,
"I will stop it"....... I vowed,
No more abuse I allowed,
No more a pawn in his game, ....... I refused.

"You win, bro...and you should be ashamed,"
"I don't need this abuse!" I exclaimed.
I turned toward the door,
And like never before,
Just then, my dignity I had reclaimed.

Family problems I needed to abate,
Without discussion with T or debate,
CAN'T WAIT till Wednesday,
To share with T my
headway,
I hope that my ride is not running late!
.
 
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Still frozen but holding on,
Truth revealed about what's really going on,
My inner child decided it's not safe,
So I'm baking and being with what's working.
Shame about shirking, my adult self feels wrong, it's confusing, because I know I'm strong, but talking or seeing others put child self in a spin, so I'm staying in.
 
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IT's 2:20AM Again

I put some soft music on
I don't know what I dreamed
it could have been horrific
or nothing like life seemed

I can see a small flash of it
in my mind's eye
something really awful
lurks deep inside

Digging for it does no good
it is buried beyond reach
my mind is hiding it
I guess it has nothing to teach

SpiritSong
 
The concept of a play date may sound silly. However, I look forward to times that I can control that are positive. This play date was difficult to stick with at first, but after recognizing how helpful on multiple fronts it was, it didn't take long for it to feel good, too. I decided this change was a keeper because when I put positive into self....I'm getting more back. When I look at others, many friends who seem more together...do spend quality time with themselves. I think it is a necessity that positively influences my attitude. Just a thought.

More Procrastination Poetry.......(Now off to do my work....I'm so behind)

Positive Measures: The Play Date

I found my inner child needs consistent attention,
ignoring it results in such tension,
So I set up a play date,
every Saturday....... I'm never late,
For inner tantrums, this is such a great prevention.

For two hours a week I must play,
it was hard at first, but now I don't delay,
I plan creative fun,
or go outdoors in the sun,
Alone, while just enjoying a new day.

You might wonder, why do a play date?
Alone with me... all of myself... I recreate,
A habit I that will endure,
Time with me... I'll ensure,
First steps, I believe .... to feeling first rate.

No, I'm not gloating or boasting, I know.
For so long, out of touch, I let go,
of the me that's inside,
But instead I did hide,
protecting self... in life ..... a no-show.

So now inside I feel more in control,
feeling shades of happiness....this is my goal,
On a play date I feel free,
self-attention.... the key,
Hopefully one day I'll be contented and whole.

These play dates have positively affected,
my creative energy, it's much more directed,
So the creator-my child,
No longer goes crazy or wild,
While myself feels so much more connected.

Before "dates" there was no fun.... no play,
For safety, I stayed in most of the day,
now my child get's recognition,
results..... a better disposition,
And I'm learning.......there is a better way.

SpiritSong said:
IT's 2:20AM Again

I put some soft music on
I don't know what I dreamed
it could have been horrific...
Click to expand...

That feels so frustrating.....knowing but not knowing.
 
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Another Memory Limerick

Sometimes I Just Don't Remember

I tripped on a clear plastic rug cover,
Wham!! Sprawled on my ass, I discover,
I'm just...bleeding not broken,
fancy
cuss words were spoken,
The good news is....I think I'll recover!

The next morning, I'm running around,
I needed caffeine to help me calm down,
So I head to the kitchen....."
forget...Wham!!!.... I'm a bitching...
There I lay, once again I've run aground.

I use precautions when checking for breaks,
Moving slowly is all that it takes,
Everything seems quite okay,
I think this won't ruin my day,
Just more bleeding and a few added aches.

"So how did I fall twice?" I did say,
Two floor shows in less than a day?
"I pondered and then,
vowed it wouldn't happen again,
Then I moved that damn thing out of the way!
 
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Sleep Escaped Me

It slipped out the window
ran down the street
Sleep is sneaky like that
especially if it has
someone to meet.

I bet it ran into Cough
on its way down the drive
who was on his way here
planning my night's demise
seeing that I don't survive.

Coughdrop, my dear friend,
came to my rescue
He gets along good with
my throat thankfully
doesn't mind when I chew!

SpiritSong
 

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