A POEM OF SUPPORT

PTSD

Dedicated to the people who struggle from post-traumatic stress disorder

Flashbacks film flowing frantically — Front seat car brings back memories of that night, full of disturbances gets me up & eats me in, feels like hell closing in, stress gets hurled in my mind, tensions rise, head hurts right!?

Feeling blue, crunching wrists stating clues, strengthening muscles of thy legs trying to dissipate this stress, forced them down on the ground, held my head and prayed instead, to endure the sheer extent of pain that flows through me, oh God!

The front view mirror brings a flash of, that night where I saw death, dreadful and tormenting, a sensation that throbs, It feels like a sentence for my sin, that night when I panicked & drove straight right in (panicking continues)

(the self becomes aware) Breathe, breathe it’s all right, you’re okay it’s not that night, you’re fine and safe close your eyes, count to three, and breathe 5 times…

Breathe the air, inhale, exhale stop worrying about that frightening sight, of losing consciousness, and feeling dismayed and start to focus on my voice focus i do, with the rhythm of my heart sync the beat to the call of thy self

It will stop, when you realize you’re now in control, so open your eyes it’s fine now you are not in danger’s sight PTSD has passed away, for now so try to be cheerful, you won this fight!

Following poem is dedicated to the many people the author has supported, including his own experience regarding PTSD that he suffered for two years, whenever he would sit in the front seat of the car, if the car would speed up it would trigger flashbacks in his head, causing him to feel an immense throbbing pain in the back of his head for an elevated amount of time. This poem is reminder to the many victories the author has gained while fighting his PTSD, and wants to dedicate it to the millions of people who suffer from it everyday.