How It Is....(PTSD)

From this pain
     no escape, little gain...
No cure, only control
      doomed in time, growing old...
No magic cure...
       Do you believe in miracles
Trapped  with old demons,
        forever biding...
Pebbles in water...
     ever widening circles..
encompassing all, ever widening,
         ever widening...
surviving...surviving...

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Faye Sizemore 5/28/03

 

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