anxiety, bipolar, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, dark poetry, depression, mental abuse, mental disorders, mental illness, poetry, post traumatic stress disorder, ptsd

PTSD poem … Silent and Invisible

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

6 thoughts on “PTSD poem … Silent and Invisible”

  1. 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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