Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Poem by Stevie Taite

Three years!
Three years! !
From beginning to 'all is well'
One wayward body cell
The catalyst for merry hell.

Forced headlong into battle
with armed reinforcements
To overhaul
Malignant mutated mutiny
Unimaginable anxiety
blind bravery
Surviving the fallout
Of chemical warfare


And......



Then..........
.



enemy overthrown



Triumph and relief




Head scarves worn
To mourn
A loss

Scarred battlefields become
Beautiful landscapes
once again

Hazy shadows
Like springs re-growth
Signal the end of
This cruel, draw out
testing winter


And.......



Then........




Numbness





No one warned her about this

The re-living of the battle

Post traumatic stress disorder

Quiet tears and fading facade

A survivor
Toll taken
How to be there for a survivor?