~ PTSD – Harsh Reality ~ (Poetry)

Beautiful piece.

Triggers –

Fragments, bits, and pieces,

visions obscured,

anguish tearing you apart.

Images keep resurfacing,

streaks of bright colors,

voices linger in the dark…

People, places,

past, and present.

Devastation and utter turmoil,

intensity escalates,

subconscious reeling;

In a blip, suddenly awake

shaken, confused, a little misplaced.

Sweat beads above your brow,

breathing impaired…


It was not only a dream

but a post-traumatic nightmare.



Photo Credit: Pinterest



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