Risa Ruse


Ptsd Is Surgically Removed When We Find Our Joy - Poem by Risa Ruse

Joy for those of us with PTSD is a lost remedy.
When our minds repeat trauma sorrow is all we see.

Even those who have degrees start the destructive disk over in therapy.
Each recall to remembrance in the mind’s rubble rekindles it you see.

Without this blissful feeling the devil keeps trauma revealing.
When we are asked to live the events over and again it is stealing.

What is it that is stolen you might ask today?
Our ability to feel happiness is what I would say.

This becomes a heavenly battle where to win God must lead.
The enemy is like a virus within that attacks with only depression to heed.

Pills and therapy can do no harm, but that is not the cure from PTSD.
Giving in and up to God is the only cure for what ails you and me.

Reliving the rage is not giving a way to truly heal.
Poetry is a safe strategy of release that relieves the past’s seal.

Comfort comes when composing an inspired line in rhyme.
Restoration of positive emotions will flow easily from the Divine.

The soothing secret to proliferating happiness is in encouraging it in others.
Sharing and inspiring others reciprocates from our sisters and brothers!

This is in comparison to lifting weights where muscles stretch and ache.
Soon we are made stronger than before from lifting kind acts for goodness sake.

A tip to share to show I care is in offering this piece of advice to you.
If we turn off negative thinking right now this action will see us through.

This message is revealed in so many forms and signs even in Scripture writing.
Trust in the Lord with your whole heart and soul keeps us from nail biting.

The act of trust is a must for eliminating sorrow with spiritual obligations, too.
Praying and meditating daily are only a few actions to keep up from being blue.

Once we have elected to think only positive thoughts our lives will surely change.
This mixture of a changed mindset will enable our existence to rearrange.

No longer will there be fear that takes over every emotion.
Courage and strength comes with heavenly devotion.

Let me share the most important ingredient in the soup of happiness enjoyed.
The act of thanksgiving strains out the sorrow and makes Satan annoyed!


Comments about Ptsd Is Surgically Removed When We Find Our Joy by Risa Ruse

  • (1/2/2012 6:09:00 PM)


    You bring the reality of hope to those suffering with PTSD, with your journey into the light out of the darkness that your faith in God, opened your eyes to in your time of need. Albert Duran (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 30, 2011



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