From afar
You’ve come
A long range storm
Striking my soulscape.
Raw destructive power
Unseen
In years.
Overpowering defenses
Carving my soul
In raging fury.
As I lay paralyzed
By distance memories.
My body feels like
It was created
In single casting
Of molten lead.
Nerves are screaming
Lit afire.
Even breathing
An exercise
Of pain tolerance.
Vainly believing
Had learn my lesson
Last time.
Hubris
Its finest vintage
Graces my lips
As I drink.
Reliving events
From 33 years ago
Of my teenage years.
Betrayal
Most foul
Shakespeare be smiling
If he wrote this.
Damn these memories.
Thought
I had dealt
With this.
Silver living
Of this black storm cloud
My recovery time
Is lower.
Still occurring
Over 2 days period
With greater free time.
Not perfect
But better than
Six years ago.
Therisa © 2018
Author’s note: What the aftermath of the PTSD flashback felt like to my body.
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