p t s d

I too was given only that four letter alphabet
Then, every day, commanded to be loquacious.
To "SayItRight!"
Or say nothing at all.

I'm intrigued by how you wrote here, so I thought I'd give it a try too.

p t s d: prone to stupid decisions?
A poem that self deprecates?
Potentially trivializing serious dilemmas?
I'm probably too sensitive - dammit! - but
Permit me to similarly disagree
(i.e., in a poem-like manner).

Sure, PTSD is
A problem that stymies disciplines.
A perplexing system of difficulties.
A person, a self, trickily disintegrated...

And,
Put through some distress, I've
Panicked, thought suicide, despaired.

But
Perseverance. Trials. Shit. Disclosure.
Pride. Truth. Shame. Defeat.
Pick-myself-up-again. Training. Strength. Determination.

(And plenty of therapy, some days).

PTSD now (sometimes) becomes:
A process that somehow delivers
Perspectives that surpass desperation.
Power to see differently.
Possibilities that stretch description and

Even within these frustrating limitations -
PTSD is best described with four lettered words -
A kind of
Poem that self defines.
 
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