Ptsd poetry anyone?

[TruthSeeker]

@SpiritSong Be well my friend, you have been an inspiration, and keep on painting and writing poetry! It has been a pleasure. :tup:

 

[mumstheword]

Ho hum, feeling glum
My child part was out yesterday, a cuddly frog made her day,
Now it's angry-hurt teen-woman's turn;
All purple and surly, this girly-girly.

Who will come to the fore tomorrow?
Who's brow will be all in a furrow?

Mine, all mine, my shattered parts of self,
removed from the emotional shelf,
they want to be healed, have the real deal.

A life reconciled, resolved and recovered;
my inner child, mama-me mothered,
my teen-mum self part, having some fun,
my wild twisted sister, strong, free and empowered,
my whole self, a shining wholesome flowered,
creating anew what's skewered, in lieu of damage inflicted, direction lifted, not drifting but picturing opportunities arising and needs tended, befriending ....Myself

 

[Changing4Best]

SURROUNDED BY ENEMIES

They only mimic and mock
it's true, though it does annoy
it cannot kill me, really, I know
still, I have to put up with it
can't fight back, either.

One day I will have a chance
to express my feelings, I know
I will tell them off with relish
mayonnaise and onions!
Pickles too, dills with sharp ridges.

Maybe I have one friend there
if I am lucky, I'm not sure
a smile can be taken many ways
like it could denote fear
I'm never sure, as it doesn't last.

 

[Changing4Best]

It's One of Those Nights Again

The time does not matter
though staying safe inside does
it's dark out there, I'd shatter!
the results wouldn't be just.

I've heard stories about it
what goes on out there at night
I'm a peaceful person
for me there is no desire to fight.

I have this new neighbor
he's a pain in the butt!
Can't keep his hands to himself
so I keep my door tightly shut!

So I feel as if I am in prison
can't go out and admire the stars
can't go out and listen to silence
or the love between Venus and Mars.

"Venus n Mars in my Dreams"

 

[Changing4Best]

Late Night Haiku

Summer sounds slide in
though the window is closed
crickets chirp, frogs "Cheeep."

 

[Mysteryhorse]

"The Hound of Heaven"
by Francis Thompson

I fled Him down the nights and down the days,
I fled Him down Labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears
I hid from Him and under running laughter
Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated
Adown titanic glooms of chased fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase and perturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy
They beat-and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet----
"All things betray thee, who betrays Me."
"Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me."

 

[Mysteryhorse]

Awesome! I really like how you cover our different life roles and how they relate to the PTSD, are affected, and really "feel."

 

[mumstheword]

Triggers beseige my brain, they lame me and shame me and I must get ahold,
be bold and look into the primal drive that fuels this fire, fire that can warm, keep alive, drive us to thrive, or take a hold, like a bolting horse, dangerous and beyond control, destroying life and peace of mind, burning hope and connection, running me to fly away, fearful, primal, out of my mind, no home, no sanctuary, no sanity, untethered and unhinged.

I take control, I take a look, I'm scorched but brazen, fazed yet brave, to seek, to find answers for these ferocious feelings, that send me scattered, to the brink of sanity.

I'm peering into the volcano, bubbling beneath the surface of my mind, my endocrine activated, to fight, to flee, to turn in on me. I seek to know, why my mind destroys my safety, my sense of I'm ok, of being held, protected, cherished and nurtured.

What is going on? Thoughts erupt like a molten glow, reasons bubble to the surface. Some are ancient, hidden before, some are the frightened mare wanting to bolt and be free, there are more that arise, some are parts of me, submerged, subconscious, primitive and now owned, placed, and forming new terrain.

My inner landscape is transformed, an interior illuminated by channels, brand new and growing, creating fresh ground that will grow neural patterns of bright matter. I do matter, brightly!

 

[419can.dance]

I lost my innocence.
Not once not twice but more times than I can count.
It was becuase of bastards.
Bastards who wanted to hurt.
I lost my innocence and gained pain.


On the day you first touched me.
I lost everything.
Lost my innocence.
Lost my life.
Lost my happiness.
Lost my way of being.


You molested me.
You lost nothing.
You raped me.
You gained the power.


I lost my innocence.
But gained the pain

 

[Deleted member 47388]

I'm sorry for all the spoken and unspoken
for the times I put a wedge between your words
cut you off when you heard my heart beat with yours
I stole your opportunity and way to do or undo
what you would have if time had not been short

You see I was dying to let you have your word
before I could have mine

I went to the underworld to see myself for who I am
and came to know you've been talking lies
I was not the pain, reason or cause you told
with many shadows walking the same entrance
speaking in tongues about you such likewise that never return

You hold onto the reflection of the very life in me
you said nothing I heard, felt or saw
anything near the core of my pain
Too close and intimate
Too human and honest

I'm sorry I gave you scars for the very little I tried to whisper
I moved in silence within and in between
I had to go through the nothingness again
undo myself, prepare place and let you become again
until you hear me, my tiny voice and remorse

I'm sorry I stole your opportunity to live
know pain, harsh reality and all you been avoiding

Can we meet again at noon before ceremonially at mid
I've seen the dark and I save it to
the words I mean to those who

Dare to see me for what I am

- Jaguar's heart -

 

[419can.dance]

I have never had a monster under my bed.
You made the choice to climb in instead.
The countless acts of “love” you share.
To this day left alone and scared.
Around every corner and down every track.
Searching for my innocence I’ll never get back.

 

[Changing4Best]

My Identity

Somehow
I can be recognized
by my choice
of colors,
my tone of voice,
my outrage,
even.

Don't step on my toes
I might bite!

I'm in that kind of mood
lately,
for some odd reason.

Maybe it is because
I have been bitten so many times
that I would finally rather be
the one doing the biting
than the one being bitten.

If you only knew....!