It’s as precarious as it gets.
As long as you look dead ahead
Keep your focus
Don’t get tense
Still the mind
Know what’s next
Take deep breaths
It’s easy, right.. yeah right.
Like juggling 15 balls at once,
But juggling isn’t your forte
Eye off for a sec
Fumble one
Catch, then drop
Almost had it
Drop them all
Just pick them up… yeah right. (Not)
One small thing throws you
An out of proportion crash
The world falls in
You lose control
Cry and scream
Can’t pull it in
Just sob and sob
Get your act together… yeah right.
PTSD is the 15 balls
Taking up all of your mind.
An extra curve ball comes
And bowls you over
PTSD spills out
As the balls crash
So does everything
You lose control
That one extra thing… no…. Not alright
Poem by Melanie Magowan