CPTSD PTSD Trigger Warning

I honestly do not know if this is triggering or not but I figured better safe than sorry. Below is a “poem” I wrote because I was feeling things. Make of it what you will. To me it has a specific meaning, to other it may mean something else. That is why I love art.

Moments, by Jessica H. Page

moments crashing through time
wave upon wave
dragging the wary down
forcing air from lungs which burn

unwelcome from the moment of birth
unnoticed by an unfeeling world
confusion a jumble of love, hate, abuse

moments, each one a mystery, lost.
moments remembered, each one held onto
revered and revisited, the images faded and ripped,
torn at the edges by a desperate mind.

re-watching, re-visiting
struggling to understand, to comprehend, to let go

voices of the long dead, moments lost long ago,
whispers of the past, constant reminders of old aching pain

moments of time, holding one captive
the past, the present, the future, a prison
the sentence unknown as the darkness grows

moments
building, growing, enormous
standing on the ledge as the moments pile up,
bits and pieces of a life lived, then lost, unremembered.
moments

pulled down, down, down,
until the light is only a pin prick,
and eventually that too is replace by darkness.

Reading The Poem With Leela’s Assistance

0 replies

Leave a Reply

Want to join the discussion?
Feel free to contribute!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Comments

comments