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What I Carry
A poem about life with PTSD.
As I lay unraveling, my limbs feel light, like they’re floating away.
My heart races and my breathing becomes rapid.
Fear builds from anxiety to panic as I tremble.
The void inside is swallowing me whole.
Time slows as haunting images dance before my eyes.
The war has begun again.
I live in a juxtaposition between the distant past’s softness and the present’s torment.
An unrelenting no man’s land where mercy doesn’t exist.
The world is different now from what I knew.
Stripped of my innocence, I’ve become numb.
I seek forgiveness, yet I can only allow myself to remain unforgiven.
Copyright © 2024 Chris Patton
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