![]() The Day afterA Poem by therisa![]() Recovering 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.
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Added on January 26, 2015 Last Updated on January 26, 2015 Author![]() therisaOntario, 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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