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My PTSD
My PTSD is here within me. Tries to control my mind. Tries to dictate what I find.
My PTSD lives here with me. Can control some actions and thoughts. Bilateral movements ground my defence to its calls.
My PTSD creates vivid memories which lock me into dark spaces alone. I have to act when the triggers are squeezed by something or someone.
My PTSD makes me feel ashamed, hollow and weak. Attacks can come on in the night. Wake in fear, tears and shaking damn cries. But I know it won’t imprison me. Therapy gave the tools to fight back you see. Tools now here within me.
My PTSD wasn’t asked for you see. It stays here within me. But now I can control it you see.
My PTSD will never define the character of me. It’ll never leave me you see. But it is just a part of me.
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A Yorkshire Poet
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