PTSD
The protocol of things to happen
were as if an unearthly spark
triggered a hurricane within
My neck stiffened
and I became off kilter
something was terribly wrong
The room began to spin
it swallowed my thoughts
and I became drunk by its force
And untethering of my compass
my equal Librium trembled
and I its prisoner
In times of stress and chaos
the order of things implode
into the realms of another world
My mind shook and swelled
with seconds of scattered memories
an indescribable pain and suffering
I closed my eyes and it would not vanish
the traces of another existence
I forbid and forgave decades ago
And its scars ripped wide
opening the wounds from the wailing lamb
its fleece was soft and innocent
But years have had its toll
and she covered it all
with a thousand strands of steel wool
To never be sheered but sheltered
from the hands and mouths of monsters
she would recover from its grasp
I walked away and medicated its source
again I closed my weary eyes
and asked GOD to replenish my strength
Upon the entrance of this visit
I shuttered and bled tears of regret
and stepped lightly upon its threshold
To escape its blade and bondage
I trod softly and speak of no ill will
as I have become its black sheep
Written by,
Abby lynn
Oct 6 2016
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