Dreams & Delusions…

Blessed

Every time
I start to feel blessed,
A part of me
Is battening down,
Defensive…
Waiting for the disaster
To come and shatter
What’s left of my hope…
What would it be like,
To enjoy it without dismay?
Would I breathe, finally-
With a throat free
Of this rope?

~Antanya

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11 responses

  1. Lisa

    Exactly. When can I quit looking over my shoulder… I hate PTSD. 😦

    December 15, 2015 at 5:12 am

    • Me too… It’s such a bitch. I’d ask myself why I can’t relax, but I remember why… :/ ❀

      December 15, 2015 at 7:47 am

      • Lisa

        Exactly!!!! That was so me last night. I just crumpled, defeated. ❀

        December 15, 2015 at 8:00 am

      • Today will be better, I can feel it. ❀

        December 15, 2015 at 9:11 am

      • Lisa

        I hope so. I really do.

        December 15, 2015 at 9:37 am

  2. Oh how I love this!

    December 15, 2015 at 9:26 am

  3. demonsonaleash

    Beautifully put and written. I can relate a lot. Someday I will finally feel like it’s okay to actually breath for a minute without looking for the next bad thing. Great piece.

    December 15, 2015 at 10:28 am

    • Thank you. I’m hoping for that day, though I have been this way for so long it’s hard to see it… I’m still reaching. πŸ™‚

      December 15, 2015 at 11:45 am

      • demonsonaleash

        I hear that. PTSD is a difficult creature. Hopefully one day we will both manage to get there.

        December 15, 2015 at 12:07 pm

      • I hope so, too. πŸ™‚

        December 15, 2015 at 1:15 pm

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