From a member: PTSD I look to the sky, the land and the sea, Hoping to find a small trace of me, I know to my core, I’m changed, but still here, Looking through glass, not sure what I see, I know there is hope, that one day there will be, A whole new beginning, for someone like me, For now I am broken, but upwards I look, A hole in the clouds, the blue sky I see, I know it’s still there, though covered today, It seems like forever, but won’t go away, But wait for a time and as certain as light, The whole sky will clear to see vast swathes of blue, I know I’m still here, I won’t go away, For me it’s still cloudy and surrounded by fog, I know I act different than I used to be, The pathway is misty, and sometimes I fall, It’s dreadful you know, to be going through this, I cry out in pain, in my own silent way, The broken is hidden, like clouds shield the sky, But healing is coming, I’m sure it’s defined, When the blue sky returns, so different I’ll seem. I’ll be older and wiser and think where I’ve been, But the core of me stands, to never retreat, I am a survivor you see, who never gives up. Frances Harris 27/1/2015
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 00:06:25 +0000
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