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So there. [What's with a gigantic motorhome the other day, and today a semi, literally driving out of their lane to push me off the road when I speed ahead on the ramp, then going back into their lane on the interstate as I try to figure out who's trying to **** me????? I didn't believe in PTSD until now.] (sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLV) From semis with an urge to **** sans bail, To nary sleep 'cept two nights all week, whence? No less than three sites Friday: if my sense Is badly ******* thank all the madness. Frail, Yet trying to stay atop, oh LORD, avail Me, for despite my efforts, all's pretense. I'm begging for dear sleep, recov'ry hence In mind, if only, fearing to ask'd fail. Thanks, thanks for all Thy mercies which in tour, New ev'ry morning, never fail. I knew Ere this week t'would be tough, and feared for sure, Yet Thou art my God and all is of You. Tis Saturday; I'm fragile. Come, bestir Thy mercies, save me now. I wait anew. 28Dec24
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Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 12:51 AM UTC
Don't Ask and I'll Not Tell
So there. [What's with a gigantic motorhome the other day, and today a semi, literally driving out of their lane to push me off the road when I speed ahead on the ramp, then going back into their lane on the interstate as I try to figure out who's trying to **** me????? I didn't believe in PTSD until now.] (sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLV) From semis with an urge to **** sans bail, To nary sleep 'cept two nights all week, whence? No less than three sites Friday: if my sense Is badly ******* thank all the madness. Frail, Yet trying to stay atop, oh LORD, avail Me, for despite my efforts, all's pretense. I'm begging for dear sleep, recov'ry hence In mind, if only, fearing to ask'd fail. Thanks, thanks for all Thy mercies which in tour, New ev'ry morning, never fail. I knew Ere this week t'would be tough, and feared for sure, Yet Thou art my God and all is of You. Tis Saturday; I'm fragile. Come, bestir Thy mercies, save me now. I wait anew. 28Dec24
So, yeah, PTSD....I mean, I've been afraid of semis since I was knee high to a grasshopper, but this beats all, now I'm truly terrified.
JennyGordon
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51/F/Bolingbrook, IL
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 12:51 AM UTC
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