Whispers of the Soul

PTSD

Flashback

Time folds in on itself, a cruel trick of the mind,
Where moments collide and clarity unwinds.
The present dissolves, like mist in the air,
As shadows stretch out, pulling me back to despair.

A familiar scent drifts, a hint of old pine,
And I'm thrust through the portal, a prisoner of time.
The ground beneath trembles, a heartbeat in sync,
I'm lost in the echoes, unable to think.

Suddenly, I'm there, in a world dark and tight,
Where every breath feels heavy, shrouded in fright.
The walls are closing in, the air thick with dread,
Each heartbeat a drumroll for fears left unsaid.

A flicker of light catches my eye—
The flash of a face, and the truth starts to cry.
Eyes wide with terror, the world spins away,
In the grip of the moment, I'm forced to replay.

The shouts slice through silence, sharp as a blade,
As memories surge forth, a relentless parade.
I taste the salt of tears I once shed,
Feel the weight of the words I wish I had said.

Time stretches and warps; I'm lost in the fight,
Trapped in the colors of that terrible night.
The shadows grow long, each memory a chain,
Binding me tightly to echoes of pain.

I scream but no sound escapes from my lips,
As the past wraps around me in jagged strips.
With every detail, I'm pulled further in,
Reliving the moment, where loss and despair begin.

The walls of my mind crumble under the weight,
As the past comes alive, and I feel the hate.
But as quickly as it comes, the vision can fade,
Yet the remnants remain, in the silence they wade.

Breathless, I awaken, back in the now,
The echoes receding, but I still feel the how.
Though the past may revisit, I'll rise from the fall,
Carrying the fragments, yet standing tall.

So I gather the pieces, the pain and the strife,
Each flashback a lesson, a part of my life.
And though it's a journey with scars left behind,
In reliving the darkness, new strength I can find.