Ptsd poetry anyone?

[TruthSeeker]

Thanks @TruthSeeker - only poetry, I’m working on the getting unstuck part :)

Thanks @TruthSeeker - only poetry, I’m working on the getting unstuck part :)

Awesome....I think it's hardest, when I'm stuck.....to figure out a plan, to get unstuck. Usually after I have a clue where I'm headed, then the challenge to change is made much easier. Good luck there!

 

[Digz]

Love is One Chance

Love
Cloaks hate,
A rapist
Lurking in dark.

Love
Is excuses,
A rapist
gifts early morn
Roses.

Love
Is danger.
Stranger,
Don’t let in
At midnight.

Love
Is One chance,
Birth,
Shines warm
Lifelong.

Love
Is One chance,
Birth,
Missed alone
Lifelong.

 

[Digz]

I wrote this poem as I was thinking about the cyclic nature of relationship difficulties which are born from developing a fear of intimacy through trauma early on in life.

 

[TruthSeeker]

Defining Evil

"Not all that sings is good,"
whispered a huddling sparrow.
A quail shuddered, and stood,
remarked: "Rats stole my maternity,
Rats became my sorrow,
And Rats do not sing."


A Rat raised a cup,
And sure she was noticed,
spoke: "We saw it close up,
There was a hunter, after deer.
The go-away bird on firs -- the remotest,
Sang, Go away, go away!"


"Yes," murmured a wolf, in their thralls,
"The go-away bird sings,
But the go-away bird also calls.
The crow never sings, but he helps.
The crow finds our food, but never brings:
He caws, so we go."


Just then the crow took pity.
He cawed, but it sounded just like music.
The sparrow sang, "He's a sly kitty,
helping the wolf to kill us;
He does whatever he will choose -- ick.
He doesn't see the harm."


The crow retorted, his witty livelihood,
He sang a lovely song:
"Not all birds who sing are good,
But not all singing birds are bad.
Dear sparrow, are you not wrong?
You are a bird who speaks in song.


Not all without song are bad,
There are rats, and wolves, and also deer,
And not one sings, nor in darkness clad.
Your fear sees only a small surface.
The truth is that you are ruled by fear:
You trick yourself, through your own song.

You stretched your wings,

But a singing voice reached through the gray,
And plucked you from the sky, like prey."


The sparrow leaned towards the crow.
Could all his singing just be a show?

This is a really neat poem! So sorry I didn't respond when you wrote it....I was terribly dissociated...and in the midst of active trauma...and I left for a while......but at times I was able to write poetry......and when the active trauma stopped.....it was as a switch turned off....and the poetry didn't come in my head. Going to try something simple tonight, and see if I can get the poetic juices flowing.

 

[TruthSeeker]

Hope Helped Me Through

I left the dysfunctional clan,
without a solid game plan,
Fear piercing my soul,
Safety my main goal,
Life sucked and was in the shit can.

Hope held my hand tight every day,
I couldn't fight, that wasn't my way.
Tried hard just to cope,
Life's slippery slope,
Keeping anxious thoughts at bay.

In one year, the trauma had ceased,
I was rid of that awful beast,
The fog went away,
I made some headway,
My symptoms had surely decreased.

Now, I live without fear for my life,
Without horror and family strife,
Accepting no drama,
Attuned to my trauma,
with a much improved quality of life.














,

 

[woodsy1]

Here's a song I wrote today. I'm trying to put together some notes n chords on my keyboard to go with it. Maybe I'll share if I ever pull it together.

Anyhow....

Fire Burning Out Back

Gotta fire burning out back today
Reminds me of you and I and yesterday
Oh I guess it was longer than that, I know
Girl, can't you see, I need you so

I need a friend to hold my hand
Somebody like you, who understands
Hurt people like you and me
Well, we're just two in three
Everybody's suffering something
It's so easy to see
So why don't we just sit awhile
Baby, you and me

Gotta fire burning out back today
Reminds me of you and I and yesterday
Oh I guess it was longer than that, I know
Girl, can't you see, I need you so

You are the friend that I know now
Please don't ask me when or how
Hurt people like you and me
Well we're just two of three
Everybody's suffering something
Not baby just you and me
So if you want to sit a while
Why not sit with me?

Gotta fire burning out back today
Reminds me of you and I and yesterday
Oh I guess it was longer than that, I know
Girl, can't you see, I need you so

 

[TruthSeeker]

Here's a song I wrote today. I'm trying to put together some notes n chords on my keyboard to go with it. Maybe I'll share if I ever pull it together.

Anyhow....

Fire Burning Out Back

Gotta fire burning out back today
Reminds me of you and I and yesterday
Oh I guess it was longer than that, I know
Girl, can't you see, I need you so

I need a friend to hold my hand
Somebody like you, who understands
Hurt people like you and me
Well, we're just two in three
Everybody's suffering something
It's so easy to see
So why don't we just sit awhile
Baby, you and me

Gotta fire burning out back today
Reminds me of you and I and yesterday
Oh I guess it was longer than that, I know
Girl, can't you see, I need you so

You are the friend that I know now
Please don't ask me when or how
Hurt people like you and me
Well we're just two of three
Everybody's suffering something
Not baby just you and me
So if you want to sit a while
Why not sit with me?

Gotta fire burning out back today
Reminds me of you and I and yesterday
Oh I guess it was longer than that, I know
Girl, can't you see, I need you so

Will be looking forward to the musical version.....you did a nice job putting your feelings into words.....very visual.

 

[woodsy1]

Will be looking forward to the musical version.....you did a nice job putting your feelings into words.....very visual.

Thank you. That's all I was trying to do, put the experience into words.

 

[woodsy1]

And the time came when the
Risk to remain tight in a bud
Was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

—Annaise Nin

I like it. Not sure that time has come yet, tho.

 

[woodsy1]

Hope Helped Me Through

I left the dysfunctional clan,
without a solid game plan,
Fear piercing my soul,
Safety my main goal,
Life sucked and was in the shit can.

Hope held my hand tight every day,
I couldn't fight, that wasn't my way.
Tried hard just to cope,
Life's slippery slope,
Keeping anxious thoughts at bay.

In one year, the trauma had ceased,
I was rid of that awful beast,
The fog went away,
I made some headway,
My symptoms had surely decreased.

Now, I live without fear for my life,
Without horror and family strife,
Accepting no drama,
Attuned to my trauma,
with a much improved quality of life.














,

Wow! I can hear a little healing in the words.

 

[TruthSeeker]

I like it. Not sure that time has come yet, tho.

No, I hear hope there.....You go @woodsy1

 

[Changing4Best]

Why?

I wonder why
My mind is so full
Of strange stuff
Old books
Dust (star?)
Or the stuff
That collects on surfaces
It doesn't have color
Just that dull
Lackluster.