How do you relate to the people in your life with PTSD?
She came at me, in a tone that was harsh,
And I shut down and put up a wall.
I reinforced it with ego, and self centered-ness
I put up my guard, I let the gate fall.
I was angry, insulted, and wounded inside,
Her sticks and her stones had wounded my pride
I lashed back in defensiveness, with a little man’s heart,
I lost my bearing, I fell apart.
I fell short of the man, I needed to be
It wasn’t her, it was the PTSD
The years of bones that were broken and bruised,
The hate, and the lies, and the wrong.
Of kicks and punches, and choking and hate,
Is always present, ne’er gone.
Now she fights for her mind, and own sanity,
And I need to remember her will.
And support her with love…
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