Wednesday, September 26, 2012

PTSD, a poem

By Sandra Urias

But, my mind still wanders
And I stare off into space
And, though I am unmoving on the outside,
On the inside, I am experiencing a scene
Like acting a scene from a movie
Only, the actors are real people, and
The situations are real situations, and
The emotions are real
And strong
And overwhelming
And debilitating
So that I cannot move, not even to blink,
Until it all comes to its sordid conclusion.

And then I am, once again, free, for a little while,
To experience the life that is occurring right now
Outside of my head.