Driving down a busy street
And hearing the familiar siren
The lights flashing
There stands
One
No two
And more
On every other block
A normal person
Wouldn't think
Twice about
An ambulance
Or a few
No big deal
Just an emergency vehicle
Helping someone
Who is unwell
Of an old age
But to me
Oh no
These trigger small
Flashbacks
Of my own trips
In the back of those
Bumpy rides
It doesn't help
That when I was ill
I went to the ER
More times than
I'd like to count
When I see an ambulance
I don't automatically think
"Oh an old person needs help"
It could be anyone
At any age
It could be
Another me
Young
Scared
So very ill
As I try not to let
These thoughts
Flashbacks
Take over my existence
Because July is around the corner
I take stock
In the fact that
Those days are behind me
And never again will
I be bedridden
Nor will I feel
Hopeless
Helpless
Petrified
Lost
The PTSD
Is not allowed to resurface
And I shall not let the
Flashbacks
Take me over
For I am
Much stronger
Than that
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Rebirth (Book 4)
PoetryThis book starts where Survivor left off only from a much more changed stand point and learning and living one day at a time. That doesn't, however, mean that I am cured of ME or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis; which I was diagnosed with in September of...
