Dancing, PTSD

by southpawokpoet
(Haskell, Ok, USA)

Dancing
with the devil
of PTSD

We swing in and out
and spin
and swirl
up and down.

Sending me thrashing
into the memories
and fears

that surround
and engulf
me,

drowning,
screaming for my life,
and because of it,

enough,
it's my turn
to lead.

watch and
learn
powers that be,

to fear

me.

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