TruthSeeker
Diamond Member
I get a lot out of reading and writing poetry. I wrote this today......anyone else got a poem, some lines, a PTSD limerick, an ode, cute, sad, or funny? Usually, mine are a mix.
Here is my poetry I did today:
The Journey from Oz to Grandma's House
Suddenly............ I'm Dorothy,
Lost, alone with only green little weirdo people in a strange land hated by a crazy wicked witch,
Alone,
Afraid,
Confused,
Surviving,
Brain Damaged (from an accident involving a twister)
and I can't go back,
"I can, I can, I can move forward....follow the Yellow Brick Road and find my clan,
Then I will feel safe and at home,
Keep following the path.....keep walking....keep trying.....I'll find what I'm looking for....I have to," I say to myself encouragingly.
Suddenly......I'm the Gingerbread Man,
Racing down the Yellow Brick Road and terrified I'll be eaten alive,
Alone,
Scared,
Confused,
Totally paranoid from being followed by what I thought were hungry Munchkins,
Brain damaged, (my head didn't bake right in utero)
and I can't go back,
It's not safe,
"Dorothy's wrong.....no time for others....they aren't safe,
Just keep running, as fast as I can....trust no one,
Survival is the key," I tell myself.
Suddenly........I'm the Little Red Hen,
The sky is falling and I'm running hard, off to warn the King...save myself and the Kingdom,
Alone,
Afraid,
Confused,
Surviving,
Brain damaged (I think I had a TBI-something fell from the sky and hit my head-I'm not right),
I can't go back,
It's not safe,
"Trust no one, absolutely no one, "I think.
"Screw the King and the kingdom and hide inside, "I say to myself, "where it is safe."
So I run to my brick house and curl up in bed.
Suddenly........I'm an old, withered up, bitter and forgotten Grandma sitting in bed,
I hear a knock at the door then a mean wolf saunters in, grinning.
Alone,
Terrified,
Confused,
Still surviving,
Brain damaged (from long-term PTSD and a lot of other head injuries in life)
Nowhere left to go....but this is a real threat,
"I'm alone, what do I do?" I ask inside (a trick my T taught me)
The answer comes, "dissociate" and I do..........
then............................................
..................................................I die.
Alternate Ending:
Suddenly, I'm grandma all snuggled in my bed,
I hear a knock at the door then a mean wolf strides in, grinning.
He has many sharp-looking teeth,
Terrified,
Confused,
Grounded,
Neural network much more intact (years of therapy and hard work),
Nowhere to go,
I'm trapped,
I stand up and face the wolf as I ............tap, tap, tap my ruby slippers,
Zing........The Munchkins come. Blam......they kill the wolf,
They've been watching out for me all along.
I'm home.
Here is my poetry I did today:
The Journey from Oz to Grandma's House
Suddenly............ I'm Dorothy,
Lost, alone with only green little weirdo people in a strange land hated by a crazy wicked witch,
Alone,
Afraid,
Confused,
Surviving,
Brain Damaged (from an accident involving a twister)
and I can't go back,
"I can, I can, I can move forward....follow the Yellow Brick Road and find my clan,
Then I will feel safe and at home,
Keep following the path.....keep walking....keep trying.....I'll find what I'm looking for....I have to," I say to myself encouragingly.
Suddenly......I'm the Gingerbread Man,
Racing down the Yellow Brick Road and terrified I'll be eaten alive,
Alone,
Scared,
Confused,
Totally paranoid from being followed by what I thought were hungry Munchkins,
Brain damaged, (my head didn't bake right in utero)
and I can't go back,
It's not safe,
"Dorothy's wrong.....no time for others....they aren't safe,
Just keep running, as fast as I can....trust no one,
Survival is the key," I tell myself.
Suddenly........I'm the Little Red Hen,
The sky is falling and I'm running hard, off to warn the King...save myself and the Kingdom,
Alone,
Afraid,
Confused,
Surviving,
Brain damaged (I think I had a TBI-something fell from the sky and hit my head-I'm not right),
I can't go back,
It's not safe,
"Trust no one, absolutely no one, "I think.
"Screw the King and the kingdom and hide inside, "I say to myself, "where it is safe."
So I run to my brick house and curl up in bed.
Suddenly........I'm an old, withered up, bitter and forgotten Grandma sitting in bed,
I hear a knock at the door then a mean wolf saunters in, grinning.
Alone,
Terrified,
Confused,
Still surviving,
Brain damaged (from long-term PTSD and a lot of other head injuries in life)
Nowhere left to go....but this is a real threat,
"I'm alone, what do I do?" I ask inside (a trick my T taught me)
The answer comes, "dissociate" and I do..........
then............................................
..................................................I die.
Alternate Ending:
Suddenly, I'm grandma all snuggled in my bed,
I hear a knock at the door then a mean wolf strides in, grinning.
He has many sharp-looking teeth,
Terrified,
Confused,
Grounded,
Neural network much more intact (years of therapy and hard work),
Nowhere to go,
I'm trapped,
I stand up and face the wolf as I ............tap, tap, tap my ruby slippers,
Zing........The Munchkins come. Blam......they kill the wolf,
They've been watching out for me all along.
I'm home.
