Who is left to hold us when the nights get dark
After we have watched them walk away one by one?
Thoughts of utter terror filling our hearts
Vulnerable and frozen from fear
Who is left to listen to our racing thoughts
After we have heard them all hang up,
one by one?
Because no one wants to be close to you now
When your life is ruled by fear
and your mind is so tormented by trauma
Straight to the point!!
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You really encapsulated what PTSD is like. I am so lucky to have a husband who stood by me and listened gently to all my fear and terror. He did not understand it but he never judged me for it. It was the first time in my life that I did not feel alone with my racing thoughts.
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Thank you and I appreciate your comments. Thank you for connecting.
Annie
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Love this, Annie. This is why I am a huge proponent of the internet. ❤ much love to you -CC
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Thank you CC. It is always nice to hear from you. ❤
Annie
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Reblogged this on Annie's Poetry.
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