Just a small reminder that everything isn’t always a bed of roses all the time when you’re disabled, a business owner and battling PTSD.
It’s one of those days
You know the type?
Everything feels grey
And a rather hard fight.
Glass half empty
Weighs on my mind.
Problems surmount
It all feels like a grind.
PTSD,
a fight all the way.
Flash backs and images
Won’t go away.
What do I do
To rein it all in?
Read a book, write a blog
I won’t let it win.
[a poem by Melanie Magowan]
Melanie Magowan 