Stevie Taite

Rookie - 78 Points (30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

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........




N umbness





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?


Comments about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder by Stevie Taite

  • Ilaria Boffa (1/21/2013 3:02:00 AM)


    stress disorder is chaos and mind wandering. post traumatic status is the breath we yearn for. thanks for the so clear description. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/20/2013 2:43:00 PM)


    Very well put together, if I get ill, for my recovery I'll read some of your lighter works! (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (1/19/2013 3:46:00 PM)


    Written with such care. Thank You (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (1/18/2013 2:11:00 PM)


    Very descriptive of PTSD. (Report) Reply

  • Sandy Player (1/18/2013 11:29:00 AM)


    Abstractness makes it cold. Goes well with yon numbness. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, January 18, 2013


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