Cptsd Poems

Fighting Fire with Molotovs

Tight stretched skin, not unlike leather parchment
Adorned with scars and burns and such carvings
Among the colors, red ink's enrichment
Envelops a file cabinet's burnings

Advice from the mental advisory
Suggests that all these thoughts be locked away
In filing in forgotten drawery
To the night is left burdens of the day

Where were they all put, these things once forgot?
Within the

Categories: cptsd, abuse, depression, fire, introspection,
Form: Sonnet

Like Dancing Naked It Is

Like dancing naked it is
to expose my feeling thoughts this way

My words give me away
my feelings on display

It's why I never shared it before
in any meaningful way

I could not stomach to feel myself
so share them all ? no way!

So it's more like crawling on broken glass
or swallowing a lump with mass

And I hope with releasing

Categories: cptsd, angst, anxiety, emotions, feelings,
Form: Rhyme

I Was Not Sick, She Was

A cage not of your making
your own expiration date

Your mother branded you with it
and made you wear it even to date

It was announced at family dinners
with strangers in the room

It was told to every family friend
of my own impending doom

How it made me feel was not considered
not given a meager thought

She just had to get

Categories: cptsd, anger, anti bullying, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Trauma

Silver knife in the heart 
Twisting
Crystalizing off of fear, building a fort to disappear
Forever
Black shadow upon my chest
Sucking the happines from my soul and leaving me among the rest
Empty
Running away from the stress
Choking on the truth
One neglect after another
Chaining me in a dark room,sunlight never shining in
A doll to control,stealing from the innocence
Taken while conscious,

Categories: cptsd, anxiety, child abuse, childhood,
Form: Rhyme

Come and Go

Her back never faces the door

“I’ll only need you on certain days”

she says
(absently)

“I’ll have to write them down
my memory doesn’t work so well
especially when I am caught up”

she’s thinking
(a lovely stare)

“Who is that in the mirror?
Where did she come from
why the  is she here?
I don’t need this  right now
She shouldn’t be here!”

I ask
(matter-of-factly)

“Where

Categories: cptsd, mental illness,
Form: Free verse

My Father, Who Art In His Heaven

You can't say that we didn't try

To open up to you,

But in spite of the tears we cried

There's nothing you would do

To try to save what we should have,

The fault was never yours

We lay our hearts out on the line

But, no - 'I'm not the cause.'

Someday you'll look back and see

In you we can't invest,

We

Categories: cptsd, abuse, anger, betrayal, child
Form: Sonnet