Post-Traumatic Stress

Unbearable burden
Unliftable weight
I’m having trouble
Accepting my fate

I’m flying, turning, twisting around
Falling, flailing, I’m upside down
Eyes open, eyes wet, safe at home
Eyes closed, clothes wet, dying alone

I’m grieving, groaning, falling down
Thinking, blinking, screaming without sound
Heart open, heart broken, flashes of fear
Heartbroken, heart open, why am I still here?

(From my notebook | 4.16.23)