Monday, October 10th, 2016

I AM OFF MY PATH

Here’s a kind of cranky reflection on stubbornly bad day, meaning I would take no comfort. (You don’t have those?? Riiiiight.)

I am off my path
And baby I don’t like it
PTSD and me
Don’t get along
Don’t demolish my family
And expect me to snap out of it
With no scars
I am scarred 
And on some days
The scars stretch to bursting
Ready to splatter my pain on every bit of love I’ve loved
But then I watch Orange Is The New Black
Or Food TV or drink wine
And the scars are soothed with the toxic balm of our time 
And prayer never enters my mind

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