Inside my mind lives memories
of pain and suffering.

PTSD kidnapped me.
After it caught me
it collected
my blood and tears,
drank my pain
and spit it out,
made me watch
as it danced around
laughing in my face
like some sadistic clown.

It caged my self esteem,
pushed me around
until I fell,
it punched me
when I was down.

It beat me up,
pulled me up by its strings,
it shoved me in a box
flooding it with
my tears and blood
drowning me in its mud.

PTSD is like a ghost
it haunts
my dreams
and reality.

But I have grown
braver and stronger
so trauma
can't beat me anymore.

I built a foundation
that's stable and capable
of protecting me
from the past.

Trauma is a ghost
from my past,
it will always
haunt me.

My scars are visible
but a testament to my
struggles and survival.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton