Here's a kind of cranky reflection on stubbornly bad day, meaning I would take no comfort. (You don't have those?? Riiiiight.)
I am off my path
And baby I don't like it
PTSD and me
Don't get along
Don't demolish my family
And expect me to snap out of it
With no scars
I am scarred
And on some days
The scars stretch to bursting
Ready to splatter my pain on every bit of love I've loved
But then I watch Orange Is The New Black
Or Food TV or drink wine
And the scars are soothed with the toxic balm of our time
And prayer never enters my mind
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