Solider in the Dark

Misunderstood.
They think I’m just sad.
They don’t understand
what happened with my dad.

A betrayal of trust;
A darkening of youth
Perspective forever changed
at the entombment of truth.

In the end, I escaped
And, oh, you did too!
If the truth was spoken aloud
now
What would you do?

Would you cower in the dark;
afraid to go outside?
Would you learn what it’s like
to always want to hide?

Don’t you ever forget me,
I’m the one that you harmed.
I’m a solider in the dark.
but don’t forget, I’m armed.

**Photo Credit “Soliders in the Dark~ Peace On Earth What Is It Worth 2012 Part Three ~.” 2012. Web. 20 Dec. 2015.

Stay Afloat

I am a survivor!
The past cannot
pull me under to drown
me in a current of pain and memories.
I stay
afloat,
buoyant and unsinkable.

 

*This poem was for the second phase of a contest where the prompt was to use a previous entry, found here:

https://nirrvanablog.wordpress.com/2015/11/23/survivor-contest-entry-prompt-you-have-6-words-to-tell-your-story/)

to create a new poem.  The directions were to use all 6 words plus the 1 word title (bold them) and create a new short poem.   To add in some fun, if you also read the italicized words (last word of each line) it creates a 3rd poem.

Thirty-Six Years –Picture Prompt contest entry

For thirty-six years I kept your secret
It formed a void
A cold hard place in my soul
I loved you though so I endured it.

For thirty-six years I pretended not to see
What you’d done to me
With your selfish needs and desires
Your uncaring spirit burned me alive.

For thirty-six years I struggled
To keep my head above water
No one understood except you
Yet you left me alone, scared and scarred.

For thirty-six years I pretended
I didn’t understand why you ran
I blamed myself and everyone around me
I punished them because I could not punish you.

No more! Your secret is told,
Shouted to the Heavens for all who will listen
I will heal and be whole again
You will rot in hell with no secrets left to tell.

Victory

Every day I get out of bed
With PTSD, this is a victory!

I shower, I dress
I don’t look like the mess
I am inside.
With PTSD, this is a victory!

I go to school, I go to work.
I do it well and without being a jerk.
With PTSD, this is a victory!

I go to public places
Sit on a bench without
Looking for faces
Wanting to hurt me.
With PTSD, this is a victory!

Sometimes
there is a trigger
Sometimes
my problems are bigger
Yet I know what to do
I assure you
I’ll push through.
With PTSD, this is a victory!

Don’t easily let people in
Don’t always push them away
Sometimes I even let them stay.
To me, with PTSD, this is a victory!