A bit of poetry on PTSD



I just returned from presenting at a conference over the weekend. It was an amazing and vulnerable experience to tell my story, and what it’s like to live with PTSD everyday. The group that came to my session was amazing. In fact, all the people were amazing. No matter where we are on our individual paths, just the fact that we are committed to growth and change and, for many the difficult process of healing, I applaud the tremendous courage it takes.  This poem is the first thing I had ever written to share what it feels like. It seems like eons ago that I showed it to my very understanding friend, who encouraged me to keep writing. Years ago, but the words still hold true today.

It doesn’t matter if it is cold, hot, sunny, snowing or raining.

There is no telling when it is going to strike.
Are they alive or dead?

Is that pain real or echoes from pain long ago that resurface with a memory?                                                                                      

It’s like being held hostage by your mind

Thinking today would be the day I am free.

I look like everyone else.

I know the difference between right and wrong.                                                                                                                                            

Yet sometimes in my head, I can’t remember the last ten minutes of my life, or what day, year or time it is.

Are those smells real or is that a smell from a place and time when I was being held against my will?

Am I really hearing the sounds of helicopters, planes Cicadas and birds?

Or is that the sound coming from a place that no longer exists and should never be talked about?

I want so much to be like everyone else.

So I will keep pulling myself up the rope.

Out of the clutches of PTSD and all the skeleton hand of the past that keep trying to pull me down.

I am like everyone else only my job is to live, so I CAN live.

That is all I can ask of myself if I am going to have a future.

©Alexis Rose



20 thoughts on “A bit of poetry on PTSD

  1. Melinda Kucsera February 23, 2016 / 4:25 pm

    You’re welcome 🙂 keep struggling on. Life is worth every struggle. I tell myself that when it all becomes too much. 🙂

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  2. atribeuntangled February 23, 2016 / 3:49 pm

    Thank so very much! I really appreciate this feedback. Keeps me moving forward. Alexis

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  3. Melinda Kucsera February 23, 2016 / 3:05 pm

    You poem is raw and moving, with a life affirming end; I wish you success on your healing journey.

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  4. atribeuntangled February 23, 2016 / 11:47 am

    Lovely to meet you. Im so glad to have found and now follow your blog.


  5. atribeuntangled February 19, 2016 / 8:41 pm

    It’s an everyday struggle which is why I write so often on here. Keep the conversation going, keep coping. Poetry is a wonderful way to help manage all this “stuff.”


  6. Tony McNally February 19, 2016 / 8:37 pm

    I have nearly lost the battle to PTSD , but I write poetry as a coping tool, best wishes Tony.

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  7. jsackmom February 11, 2016 / 10:27 pm

    You’re welcome and thank you for the sweet compliment. 😊

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  8. jsackmom February 11, 2016 / 7:29 am

    You’re welcome words are so powerful and you string them together so eloquently. 😊

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  9. jsackmom February 10, 2016 / 7:13 pm

    Phenomenal poem it has me wrapped in awe. 😊

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  10. fredapetticoat February 10, 2016 / 6:44 pm

    well done for presenting at a conference, so brave x

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  11. shellb39 February 9, 2016 / 11:35 pm

    Powerful and beautiful!!

    I look forward to hearing more about your experience at the conference! I’m sooo happy for you!!!



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  12. Laura Black February 9, 2016 / 9:18 pm

    Thanks for sharing the poem. Glad to hear the conference went well 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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