In the shadows of the mind, a haunting specter dwells,
A silent storm that rages, where no one truly tells.
Memories like jagged shards, cutting deep within,
PTSD's cruel embrace, a battle to begin.
In the dead of night, the echoes start to rise,
Flashbacks of the past, tears in trembling eyes.
A heart that pounds like thunder, trapped in endless fright,
The scars that no one sees, hidden out of sight.
A soul once whole, now fractured by the fray,
Invisible wounds that linger, never truly fade away.
Haunted by the ghosts of war, or trauma's icy hand,
PTSD's relentless grip, a journey through the sand.
Yet in the midst of darkness, a flicker of hope ignites,
Courage to face the demons, to stand and win the fights.
Through therapy and love, and understanding's gentle hand,
Healing slowly comes, like flowers in the sand.
So let us walk together, through the valleys deep and wide,
Supporting those with PTSD, standing side by side.
For in the bonds of empathy, and kindness that we show,
The light of healing shines, and broken hearts can grow.
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Poetry Of A Borderline
Thơ caThis is a book filled with poetry about the everyday life of someone living with borderline personality disorder
