It\'s The Trigger
There’s a hurricane in the distance
And you watch it approach
and can do nothing
You watch it squirm and wriggle its way to you
Even when it forms a tornado
you don’t move
Then it’s right on top of you
All your senses cloud
and you begin to choke
Your mind flashes on and off
The blaring in the distance and your scream
Becomes one
Then It's over and you still can’t move
Because it wasn’t the storm
that caused the pain
It was the trigger
and how there was nothing
you could do
And you watch it approach
and can do nothing
You watch it squirm and wriggle its way to you
Even when it forms a tornado
you don’t move
Then it’s right on top of you
All your senses cloud
and you begin to choke
Your mind flashes on and off
The blaring in the distance and your scream
Becomes one
Then It's over and you still can’t move
Because it wasn’t the storm
that caused the pain
It was the trigger
and how there was nothing
you could do
Key Words : Trigger, Ptsd,
This Poems Story
This poem is about how I experience PTSD and how it often causes me struggle in my day to day life.
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