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Lou Feb 2020
A tragedy miles of time away,
The anguish almost forgotten,
But pain is a stubborn stain,
Counselling never washes it away,
Like a stubborn ****
It is always there,
Rooted in composted memories,
Finding nourishment in the briefest recollections.
The slightest trigger allowing it to briefly blossom.
When you have experienced a trauma that leaves you with ptsd any little thing can be a trigger .
Lou Feb 2020
It hurts
They don’t tell you that it hurts,
That your chest gets too tight and aches,
And your lungs gasp and scream for air,
While your throat stings and your eyes swell,
And burn from scalding tears,
That you can’t stop no matter how much you want too.
They don’t tell you that your muscles scream the next day from tensing up so much,
They don’t tell you that there’s no way to stop them,
They don’t tell you that they don’t just affect your body they overtake your mind.
Every fear, every small worry magnified until they’ve grown into a panic crushing you under its weight.
It weighs so heavily on you all day
There’s pain in your heart, in your mind, until it finally goes away, not today not tomorrow next week or month but slowly with time

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