The Day afterA Poem by therisaRecovering from, a nighttime PTSD flashback, during my sleep.Trembling fingers Reaching out For what Eludes my grasp. As my leaden arms Refuse to move At my request Just once. My body It appears To anyone looking Like a giant Human-sized ball In my bed. The knees Almost touching My face As they lay frozen There. Wordlessly The tears do fall Unto a stained pillow From other flashback nights That have haunt me. Knowing My fragile soul Needs several days Before I can say "It's ok". Re-emerging back Into the circle of life Once more.
© 2015 therisaAuthor's Note
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Added on January 26, 2015 Last Updated on January 26, 2015 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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