Born into the darkest maze,
lost within the ruler's gaze-
Delivered at the peak of downward spin
no choice to speak, no chance to win
Going under arrows , went over my head
cannot tell direction , pull me out of bed
And when I reached the cliff at the end ?
I wondered just where else my eyes had been
Looking at the light I know it seems so hard to summit
If I climb this outward spiral, tell me will I plummet?
Fly right upward past denial, do I have the stomach?
Reflections Of Healing PTSD