PTSD Scabs (another poem)

PTSD is like having scabs that won’t heal.

Rub and scratch, pick, tear and peel.

Damaged, tarnished, hurt enough,

filled and covered with damaged stuff.

Be patient for your wounds to heal.

Let a scar form a tight new seal,

creating a barrier between the trigger and you

that blocks your pain from breaking through.

Fully live in each moment. Be here now.

Tell your past and triggers, “Ciao, Ciao.”

~written by Susan Walz

Copyright © 2018 Susan Walz | myloudbipolarwhispers.com | All Rights Reserved

 

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3 Comments

    1. Yes. Hahaha… Where is the brain and heart Neosporin? I sure could use some and I think sometimes the ones that need brain and heart Neosporin the most are the heartless people that don’t think they need it. Thanks for reading and commenting. As always, I greatly appreciate you and your feedback.

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