PTSD Scabs (another poem)

my loud whispers of hope, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

PTSD is like having scabs that won’t heal.

Rub and scratch, pick, tear and peel.

Damaged, tarnished, hurt enough,

filled and covered with damaged stuff.

Be patient for your wounds to heal.

Let a scar form a tight new seal,

creating a barrier between the trigger and you

that blocks your pain from breaking through.

Fully live in each moment. Be here now.

Tell your past and triggers, “Ciao, Ciao.”

~written by Susan Walz

Copyright © 2018 Susan Walz | myloudbipolarwhispers.com | All Rights Reserved

 

Published by my loud whispers of hope

I share my story openly and honestly to educate others and increase the awareness of mental illness, reduce stigma, prevent suicide, to inspire, give hope and let God's love shine through me and touch you. I finished writing, proofreading and editing my memoir in January of 2019. I am in the process of sending my manuscript to agents and publishers that accept unsolicited maunscripts. I pray my words will turn into a book that will inspire and spark joy and hope in the lives of many. Recovery and healing are possible. I am living proof. "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." ~Maya Angelou

3 Comments

    1. Yes. Hahaha… Where is the brain and heart Neosporin? I sure could use some and I think sometimes the ones that need brain and heart Neosporin the most are the heartless people that don’t think they need it. Thanks for reading and commenting. As always, I greatly appreciate you and your feedback.

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