Tethered To My Mind

ptsd

Deep sea memories,

rarely rise to the surface.

In the depths, live peculiarities,

fragments make you nervous.

Glimmers of light on the water,

glimmers are flashbacks, you begin to falter.

You must drown, to live.

Grab those memories, learn to forgive.

Resurrect to escape,

you may encounter red tape.

Oh! that red sea calls me,

I call it, ptsd.

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~Brie Angeline