Ptsd poetry anyone?

[TruthSeeker]

From Pampers to Big Girl Undies

My life is like a dirty diaper,
you never know when to expect it to happen.
Under the best of circumstances,
you can be prepared for it,
have everything you need
to manage it….but a dirty diaper
will always be.....
an unpleasant moment in time.

My life is like a dirty diaper and…
shit happens at the most inopportune times.
I try desperately to make my life predictable, safe, and productive
and try so hard to keep shit from happening…
But in the end, shit happens,
causing worry, anxiety and sometimes chaos….
shit will always be a part of life......
an unwanted nasty part of life.

So, my life doesn’t have to be like a dirty diaper and.....
it can be positive and maybe I'll find contentment,
I can change my perception of the world,
I can be better prepared to live and deal in the moment,
My life can be happier….because I have everything I need,
to manage my shit better, in a grown-up way,
I don't have to make a mess......no more dirty diapers for me....
I will put on my big girl undies, smile, wave goodbye, and flush my shit down the potty!

 

[suzanne chadwick]

I get a lot out of reading and writing poetry. I wrote this today......anyone else got a poem, some lin...

Wow! you have a great talent for expressing yourself!

 

[Mach123]

once upon a longish time
I might sit back and spin a rhyme
I had some practice with a girl
with whom I saw my sail unfurl

It wasn't hard to catch a breeze
a prayer the gods of wind appease
and set the helm for yonder shore
like ancient mariners of yore

together cross the waves we went
the sea in cresting heaves she rent
and on the sand we spent the day
the troubled world so far away

and in my heart, we're sailing still
and later take to ship we will
and set her head toward yonder shore
just as we did those times before

 

[MrMoonlight]

Crawling through smoke filed nights with heat upon the horizon.
I hold my breath in expectation of it’s risin’.
With shadows gone light appears and halts the execution.
But once again the sunlight fades to test his constitution.

 

[TruthSeeker]

Wow! you have a great talent for expressing yourself!

Thank you

 

[Changing4Best]

HE'S NOT PTSD

He does not understand me
I don't think...
like, "How she could have been so angry?"
yet I've heard he has anger issues too.

I love him as a friend
though I am open to it being more
I doubt he would want that though
it's just a hunch.

On the other hand
he seems so interested
and helpful, and friendly!
How could I not love him?

I'm confused!

 

[bumbles]

the first few notes simple and sweet
a waltz
echos rolling towards me
around the corner
down the hall
bouncing from blank wall to blank wall
creeping across the floor
twisting in and out of the shadows

a lamp in the livingroom
who left the bathroom light on?

as it approaches my blood runs cold
the tingling of my limbs
closer, closer
the cracks in the hardwood
the rotting door frames
embedded so deep
this won’t be the last time

lurching towards me
clawing at my door
rattling on its hinges
please don’t find me

searching for an entrance
frozen

‘i don’t have a piano’
silence
‘i don’t have what you want’
Darkness

but you’ll take it

 

[TruthSeeker]

the first few notes simple and sweet
a waltz
echos rolling towards me
around the corner
down the hall
b...

This resonates with me. Thank you for sharing.

 

[TruthSeeker]

To My Daughter

I wish I was an artist,
I’d paint a canvas blue,
First, I’d paint your bright eyes,
Yes, that is what I’d do.

As an artist I would take great care,
to craft a huge smile upon your face,
And rosey cheeks and golden hair,
And add a just a touch of grace.

The love I hold is forever,
So this image I will tightly embrace,
and any sadness I’ve caused,
always wish I could erase.

As your mother and protector,
you’ll always be in my heart,
you’ll always be my little girl,
whether we’re together or apart.

So imagine one day me holding you,
imagine the warmth we’d feel
no longer a painted picture,
some day this will be real.

 

[TruthSeeker]

The Orangutan and Me

Today, I stooped at the zoo,
I saw an orangutan laying on his back,
Empty eyes and nose near the glass,
Momentarily gazing up at me...
then he quickly looked away...like it hurt.
His unfixed gaze was somehow familiar.

I said aloud, “That’s so sad...he’s depressed”
So so lonely and isolated,
trapped in a cage,
I thought, “No one sees his sadness,
and most of all he’s so very apathetic.”
This too, was a familiar feeling....

A lady came and tapped the glass... smiling,
“Look at the orangutan,” she said to her son,
not thinking about his sad lot in life,
Only there for her fun and gratification,
He just gazed away... remaining motionless.
I felt anger towards her indifference.

Then all of a sudden,
he moved a finger and turned his head toward me,
Briefly gazing at me one last time,
and his message was clear.....”Leave me alone,
I’m trapped...I don’t belong here....”
“I understand,” I said aloud, so very close to tears ...

 

[freebird]

Your poems are so moving! Poor orangutan. I don't like zoos. Once saw a white tiger pacing back and forth in a space with no room to run and crying :cry: such a beautiful creature should be free to run and live.

I agree with others here...you need to write a book!!

 

[TruthSeeker]

Camping Grounded

I’m packed, I’m ready, I dragged my feet,
Setting up my SUV for camping really got me beat,
I worried, doublechecked the stuff that I’d pack,
I’d think....I can’t forget, I can’t forget, I can’t forget,
I can’t forget, I’m NOT coming back!

I’ve got meds, food, clothes, and technology stuff,
I kept packing in more, to make sure I have enough.
I stopped to ponder the car’s air bed.... looks great,
I can’t forget, I just can’t forget, I need to do this right!
Anxiety seeped in..spawned doubt, a feeling I hate.

Next I checked my cat’s pans, food, litter and more,
all ready for my cat-sitter neatly sitting on the floor,
I turn off the lights, the water, and then down the air,
“Have I forgotten?”I thought As I locked the door.
Moving faster, going slower...anxiety building beware.

Last check for my credit cards, cash, and checkbook,
Not done yet, had to go back inside for another look,
I got a mint, felt better, and felt so much more steady,
I locked ALL the house doors, now Its safe to travel,
keys in ignition, engine running, now finally I’m ready!

I drove fast and hard, and a few more mints I ate,
until my phone rang I was feeling so totally great.
My cat-sitter simply says “ Uh..uh I can’t get inside.”
Hows that possible? Oh no..I turned the wrong lock.
I tried so hard to get it right, but now I’m left mortified!

I told her to see the neighbor, a very handy dude,
And my anxiety increasing, it called for sugary food.
While he worked to get inside,in the end all was well.
In the meantime, I’d wolfed down 40 Lifesaver mints,
And my anxiety had blown my diet simply all to hell!


A true and dumb story! I don’t keep so many mints in the car anymore-they are really great for grounding- but I think I over indulged a smidgen.
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