Dreams & Delusions…


Every time
I start to feel blessed,
A part of me
Is battening down,
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?



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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