I
cried myself awake today
No
tissue; just a fleece blanket and music
The
volume provided the background
To
sobs, praise and pleading to take it all away
There
was no rhythm, no harmony
Only
the sounds of aching and relief
I
cried myself awake today
No
audience; just my knees on the floor and hair in my face
Uncontrollable
emotion searched my body for escape
Even
raised me hands begging to take it all away
There
was no answer, yet I began to feel thankful
Soon
I began to hear lyrics, which calmed my spirit
I
cried myself awake today
No
hate; just hurt from the pressures of life’s assessments
Thankful
that I’m still here, although I wanted to leave
But
running only prolongs the inevitable
Longing
for that Faithful steer
Opened
my eyes, wiped away the tears
Began
feeling relief, it was being taken away
Moving
forward from the fight within
Remembering:
Greatness Begins with an End.
sounds like my story with this PTSD. i understand.
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