When Love Meets PTSD

When Love Meets PTSD
Form: Epistle
Theme: Love
Subject: Plush toy

The soft touch of security
in an insecure world
my gentle reminder of time and place
when thoughts are running out of date
surreal rememberings of then
so real in the here and now
unspoken and unheard reflections
constantly rewind and replay
yet you understand
these are things I will never share
never explain
as to speak is to relive it all
open the box of Pandora
that starts the cycle of terror all over again
your hand holds mine as I cry from the dark
in a darkness where there is no moon
you shine a light
the light that tells me
yesterday is not today

Always, all ways
Your crazy-assed poet xxx

©JGFarmer2021

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