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A Stone

Life with PTSD

By Kristen LeePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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A stone lives in my soul.

Sometimes it lodges itself in my heart.

Stopping the beat that proves I’m alive,

Sometimes it lodges in my stomach and I feel as though I’m drowning.

I live in constant chaos.

nothing where it should be,

I look at it and wish I could put it right.

I pick up one thing and feel the anxiety well up inside me,

Crashing over me.

I start to shake.

I can feel the storm coming,

As it has so often before,

I put it back into the disarray.

A stone lives in my soul.

It controls my mind.

It creates fear.

Pulling me under.

Someone honks their horn,

My body jumps involuntarily.

For days.

For no reason.

Every touch,

Every sound,

The building anxiety.

I lack control.

I am in constant fear.

A stone lives in my soul.

It’s wrapped around my neck,

Like a millstone,

Dragging me to the bottom of the ocean.

I watch my friends.

The smile and laugh.

I am still anxious,

For no reason.

They ask what’s wrong.

They show their concern.

Concerned looks,

Concerned words,

What can I say?

A stone

Lives

In my

Soul.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Kristen Lee

33. Female. Student at UCR. English Major, Education Minor. Grad School Applicant. Writer. Reader. Traveller. Cat lover. T.V. Addict. Follow me on Twitter @logicalpoints.

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