Best Sufferer Poems
It comes in many shapes and forms
Some from abuse some from wars
Others include accidents or death
One thing is real they are all bereft
I'm talking about ptsd in remission
Anyone can suffer from this condition
It is always there in the mind
Helpless lonely feeling blind
To help these people you must be strong
Sometimes it's tiring and days are long
Be there for them when they call
To you it may appear so small
Give them a hug if there are down
If there tears are flowing don't just frown
Listen to them as their fears unfold
Pull up your chair as experiences are told
Once they've spoken do not mock
There mind is ticking like a cuckoo clock
If you do they may implode
Or worst still totally explode
What they need is a reason to live
You are the power and need to give
Don't condescend and say normal stuff
It will be ok is not enough
Find something they can grab hold
A purpose in life that can't be sold
A feeling of a accomplishment is a must
Alot to give and gain there trust
Once this hurdle has been broken
Many other things will be spoken
Listen intently and offer advice
Whatever you do don't patronise
If you struggle and can't complete
Liase with a charity who you can meet
They will help you save this friend
Ptsd is a killer and that needs to end
born
rejected
killed
honored
Don’t be afraid of words like thin and fat or slim and large, of discussing shame or diet or weight -
there is nothing wrong with learning and conversation, of mistakes and missteps and change.
Just know that food is neither good nor bad, it’s never a guilty pleasure or even a treat -
eat what your body needs, what makes you feel good. Ignore calories and traffic light labelling.
You will get better and yes, you may relapse, but the future is both wonderfully lighter and heavier
because your body is a living genius: treat it to music and bathing, to wine and incense burning.
I’ll talk to you from the shore, as if I wade into the water with you then we’ll both flounder -
but I’m sorry for getting angry, for asking how you could let this happen. Instead, I’ll listen.
You don’t weigh stones but rather laughter and singing, last year’s holiday and kisses from friends.
Your weight is that of a survivor, not a sufferer. And I know now, son, this also happens to boys.
Food is the greatest sufferer
fingers pinch it but no cry
teeth bite it but no cry
throat swallows but no cry
enzymes destroy it but no cry
it lives in torture chambers
would- be rescuers, say no cry
this food that walks or is walked!
I can see you are suffering deeply
But you cannot escape your self-torture
Subconsciously you are dependent on the pain
And the joy your sorrow brings is what you live for
But when the happiness is taken from you
You cannot stand being alone with your own thoughts
Your mind drives you on the brink of insanity
Playing on your every emotion constantly
Emulating false hope of glee and bliss
But you are a simple person who has never asked for much
All you want from life is a piece of joy
Your desperation will soon sink in
And no one will ever know the reason for your greatest sin
Form:
For the time being I have Given cancer the slip,
And here is a tip,
From my very lip.
Ethnicity does not matter
Culture does not matter,
Colour does not matter.
The size of your brain does not matter,
Your age does not matter,
Your shape does not matter.
Your politics do not matter,
Your Hairstyle does not matter,
Your monetary value does not matter.
There is no guarantee for anyone, not to get it,
So all we can do is face up to it,
And put our energy into fighting it, if we get it.
For those of us who, its stranglehold break,
Or those who get a lucky break,
And never that trip have to take.
I ask them to check which way they lean,
How mean they have been,
And consider what does it all mean.
a statement:
“father, my faith is fleeting---i
simply cannot shake these questions
inside which plague me to no
end---i feel that all the things in this
world which made sense to me
under the power of god have begun
to fall apart & the truth that once
was, which i once held onto---
it is fading…vanishing.”
a response:
“my son, do not fret---the lord god is
simply testing you. with each trial you
face, with each moment of questioning,
with each doubt you cast upon your faith,
you strengthen it! you become a stronger
servant to god when you come back from
this place! remember you are always
able to be drawn back to the devil---the
walk with god is not one which does
not have pits & branches over which you
will stumble---you must get up, dust
yourself off, and praise god for giving
you the chance to prove how strong
your faith really is in him!”
a statement:
“but why must i constantly be tested?
why must i constantly prove my own
faith when i see so many more reasons
to fall away from god? it seems every
single day something new shows itself
to me which makes me question all that
i have been told, all that i have learned
growing up---so why should i endure
this when it all seems it is simply for
the sake of an unrequited fantasy?”
a response:
“listen to yourself, my son. do you
think our savior didn’t go through his
own questioning of what the prophets had
said? do you think it was easy for him
to suffer for the sins of the world? he
died on the cross for you---he died on
the cross! he did this so that you will
have eternal life---but you must put your
faith in him, and it must not falter,
despite your temporal moments of
doubt. ask yourself this, do you want to
be the one whose faith is in question
when our savior returns to judge the
living and the dead? do you want to be
THAT GUY?”
a statement:
“i guess not…i guess not, father.”
Target for use by the Cruelly Ill-Used
Morally targetting his torturers,
Nobly tending a body and mind bruised
By the meanest sadistic adventurers.
All the time, a choice handgum of prisoners of conscience,
Nearly in the mold of a lamb cast;
A last resort of credence
That powerfully could compete with a fast.
But, man, it keeps making bowels
Annoying talking drums,
That of Activist Comrade Howells
Producer of the strangest hums.
Hunger Strike's never the weapon of the calmer character
Thumbing through the verses of the Holy Bible
And soon a whole chapter
For the silencing of The Impossible:
Rather to he Liberation Struggle could never be a past,
In his speeches The First Thing and never forgetting to be Last.
Easily, the worst option against a terrorist
With a mindset stuck in a groove
And a quickness to detect a humorist
In every hunger striker or what he must prove;
It becomes a self-inflicted pain
By a modern gladiator
Manacling self with the cruelest chain
And, therefore, to look not in the direction of a mediator.
To gluttons, hunger strike is a possible Edutainment
But to Dictators offered Plain Entertainment,
No empathy with striking ulcer sufferer
Now, little by little eyeing redeeming surrender!
An ocean supporting my death
A world unseen is stealing my breath
Command my end with all that you have
I still rise in the land of the sad
Hidden noise in solemnity’s wake
The silent prayer that darkness partakes
Behind your eyes the scene will appear
And all your words are riddled with fear
Sleepless dreams deterring the truth
Drop the sword, deny you are you
Illusion’s stain gripping your shield
And finally, your sleep is concealed
The strongest casting their stones
The quickest stealing unknown
A lonely means to glorious ends
Where nothing’s learned, and darkness commends
And deeper my sight has me drown
And in the light the darkness is found
Killing me all over again
Until I rise and walk with the pain