Poems About PTSD Seeking Friendly Advice
#PTSD
Poems about PTSD seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
blind spot
it never comes with a warning
that fistcrushinglungs
skip of a...beat...choking feeling
suddenly startled
ghosts brushing spectral fingers across overly sensitive skin
raising pained bumps that never seem to rub out
unaware of danger's approach...
until it has you by the throat
...did you know...?
if surface is all you're seeing...
betrayal can be found in the conscious
allowing you to naively believe you have any semblance of control
simply because you will it so
while behind the scenes...where...
that fistcrushinglungs
skip of a...beat...choking feeling
suddenly startled
ghosts brushing spectral fingers across overly sensitive skin
raising pained bumps that never seem to rub out
unaware of danger's approach...
until it has you by the throat
...did you know...?
if surface is all you're seeing...
betrayal can be found in the conscious
allowing you to naively believe you have any semblance of control
simply because you will it so
while behind the scenes...where...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#SelfDiscovery
#fear
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the Feather
Softened and surrounded
bedsheets like a welcome
sorrow that brings me
to sleep
Slumber now, be gentle
nightmares flow
like currents
I'll drown if you
follow their lead
wake me in the blood light,
a moment when the Moon sighs
and watch the tremble
as Her daughter speaks
I'll lay to waste her temple,
words to soak in toluene
burning down the curtains
drawn to keep the monster
from my dreams
Im sorry, I can't hold it-
The wrath that's like a feather
torn from...
bedsheets like a welcome
sorrow that brings me
to sleep
Slumber now, be gentle
nightmares flow
like currents
I'll drown if you
follow their lead
wake me in the blood light,
a moment when the Moon sighs
and watch the tremble
as Her daughter speaks
I'll lay to waste her temple,
words to soak in toluene
burning down the curtains
drawn to keep the monster
from my dreams
Im sorry, I can't hold it-
The wrath that's like a feather
torn from...
#anger
#childhood
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#nightmares
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Russian Roulette
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#dark
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #GenderDysphoria
#PTSD #GenderDysphoria
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go back to sleep...
when the nightmares fade
and the fog of time settles in
like an old patchwork quilt
scraps of the past stitched together
in some haphazard kinda manner
blanketing history with a groggy me
muffling the internal screams
until I'm finally able to sleep
unsettled...twitchy...a little uneasy...
but desperate for a respite
a moment's unblemished peace
I lay tensed in a compact ball
occupying the least required space
waiting for sandman's call
listening to the erratic thud of my heart
and the unnaturally loud sound of my...
and the fog of time settles in
like an old patchwork quilt
scraps of the past stitched together
in some haphazard kinda manner
blanketing history with a groggy me
muffling the internal screams
until I'm finally able to sleep
unsettled...twitchy...a little uneasy...
but desperate for a respite
a moment's unblemished peace
I lay tensed in a compact ball
occupying the least required space
waiting for sandman's call
listening to the erratic thud of my heart
and the unnaturally loud sound of my...
#confessional
#insomnia
#PTSD #nightmares
#PTSD #nightmares
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Am I beautiful?
Lying here in darkness
as I contemplate the stars,
how can I be beautiful
when I carry all these scars.
Sometimes I wake up shaking
from the nightmares of the past.
I still feel guilt and blood on me
It all happened so fast.
They said that they're the enemy,
such a heavy price to pay.
Trading guns for humanity
I gave myself away.
Poetry is my therapy,
learning how to feel again.
I suppose I'll never be the same,
some battles you can't win.
as I contemplate the stars,
how can I be beautiful
when I carry all these scars.
Sometimes I wake up shaking
from the nightmares of the past.
I still feel guilt and blood on me
It all happened so fast.
They said that they're the enemy,
such a heavy price to pay.
Trading guns for humanity
I gave myself away.
Poetry is my therapy,
learning how to feel again.
I suppose I'll never be the same,
some battles you can't win.
#PTSD
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I wish to own nothing
Flash
What I have
I could lose all I hold in my hands
The ones that for I stand
The earth crumble under me to sand
I see meaning behind all I shouldn't have
Eternal internal no man's land
Nothing I own the way the flashes can
What I have
I could lose all I hold in my hands
The ones that for I stand
The earth crumble under me to sand
I see meaning behind all I shouldn't have
Eternal internal no man's land
Nothing I own the way the flashes can
#shame
#memories
#PTSD #nightmares
#PTSD #nightmares
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Plot twist
Reaching for a hand
bumped a trigger instead
Watching the projectile enter between ribs
Standing frozen
in that familiar helpless distortion
Reality melting as ears buzz
with the roar of silent confusion
Feeling the slow explosion inside
fragments flying off in all directions
lodging in heart, brain, throat
Smearing memories, slicing futures
This was an unforeseen plot twist
But look!
That growing red stain is so pretty
I guess this is how the end begins
...
bumped a trigger instead
Watching the projectile enter between ribs
Standing frozen
in that familiar helpless distortion
Reality melting as ears buzz
with the roar of silent confusion
Feeling the slow explosion inside
fragments flying off in all directions
lodging in heart, brain, throat
Smearing memories, slicing futures
This was an unforeseen plot twist
But look!
That growing red stain is so pretty
I guess this is how the end begins
...
#conflict
#PTSD
#apathy
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An End
I'm breaking bonds apart with my hands
Ripping this rot out from around my heart
Loving you was never a happy feeling
Wretched and unrequited... Only misery
I found myself trembling, shaking so hard
My phone fell from my fingers onto the bed
I've never blocked you before this moment
But then again you have never chosen me
Kissing me meant nothing to you... Never did
I'll never be anything more than an er
Patching up and putting together your heart
Only for you to leave and find someone better
But you will never find something...
Ripping this rot out from around my heart
Loving you was never a happy feeling
Wretched and unrequited... Only misery
I found myself trembling, shaking so hard
My phone fell from my fingers onto the bed
I've never blocked you before this moment
But then again you have never chosen me
Kissing me meant nothing to you... Never did
I'll never be anything more than an er
Patching up and putting together your heart
Only for you to leave and find someone better
But you will never find something...
#grief
#UnrequitedLove
#PTSD
#despair
#suffering
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No Limbo
I wish it didn't hurt this way
Wishing for it to not matter
Just feels as if I'm drowning
I come up for air at times
And it hurts worse to breathe
There's no limbo for this pain
No place to find to simply rest
Wishing for it to not matter
Just feels as if I'm drowning
I come up for air at times
And it hurts worse to breathe
There's no limbo for this pain
No place to find to simply rest
#sadness
#loneliness
#insomnia
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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hidden inner strength
she had no idea I was watching
nudging her with my elbow from time to time
as was needed
that stab in the gut
redirecting her
silently
from within
all these years she’s called it intuition
and I’ve allowed it
because it suits me
she moves with purpose
though sometimes stumbling
always seeking balance
but it’s me shifting the weight
one foot
then the other
she handles the day to day
while I guide her
content to remain hidden
her loyal shadow
never far away
she navigates...
nudging her with my elbow from time to time
as was needed
that stab in the gut
redirecting her
silently
from within
all these years she’s called it intuition
and I’ve allowed it
because it suits me
she moves with purpose
though sometimes stumbling
always seeking balance
but it’s me shifting the weight
one foot
then the other
she handles the day to day
while I guide her
content to remain hidden
her loyal shadow
never far away
she navigates...
#secrets
#LifeChangingMoment
#PTSD #PersonalGrowth
#PTSD #PersonalGrowth
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Broken Hero
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#depression
#lover
#addiction
#PTSD
#suffering
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PTSD
Another year
of
torture;
A silencing of pain
My heart bestills the weeping
Instead, interrogates my brain
Refurbished, unmarked terror
Where my cells condone decay
All but death
has
been
perfected
To portray what cannot be delayed
Power in the trenches
Where entire strands are lain
Will the unmeshed be soft spoken
To vow our valour die in vain?
of
torture;
A silencing of pain
My heart bestills the weeping
Instead, interrogates my brain
Refurbished, unmarked terror
Where my cells condone decay
All but death
has
been
perfected
To portray what cannot be delayed
Power in the trenches
Where entire strands are lain
Will the unmeshed be soft spoken
To vow our valour die in vain?
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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DU Poetry : Poems About PTSD Seeking Friendly Advice