Shell Shock
Fourth of July whistles and blasts
erratic pops sounding like shots
bring back images from my past
things I thought I had long forgot
“Mind over matter- I'm okay”
I tell myself amid the din
but pretense quickly falls away
as panic rises from within
Shattering silence in the air
this booming breaks my fragile peace
like psychological warfare
it wears me down and will not cease
This hellish siege goes on all night
and will go on for days and days...
primal mind caught in fight or flight
(Oblivious, to them- it's play!)
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For some of us, holidays with fireworks (Independence Day, New Years) are no picnic. While you enjoy the 4th, please think of others (especially veterans and others with PTSD...). When people set off fireworks in restricted neighborhoods, there is virtually no refuge for us!
Copyright © Rhona Mcferran | Year Posted 2019
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