I’ve made this elaborate plan,
twisted it around all that I am;
in the clutches of a weakened hand,
in the trenches of a war-torn land;
various feelings I don’t comprehend,
strangely flowing through my system;
creeping insidiously toward a resolution,
shifting deeply toward my brainstem;
I’ve set these goals in my dark mind,
to slice away the ties that bind;
to execute the hostage after all this time,
set fire to all things I’ve guarded with my Life;
watch it burn and crumble in such a losing fight,
cut my nose clean off the face of my own spite;
see the way I falter as Life punches out my lights,
see the misery that is my only true birth right.
Reblogged this on Americana Injustica.
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Love this kind of poetry – it really reminds me how I’ve written about OCD(sorry to sound like a broken f’ing record with that but it’s true). I get some of the metaphors cos I aim for the same kind of things. I probably don’t get them all though cos I’m notoriously shite with metaphor!
With that in mind, ahem, I thought mayebe the last bit was about you stopping responding to the PTSD the way you normally would and letting it run its course. i.e. a therapeutic tool for letting the fear wash overr you without reacting(a bit like ERP therapy) – to the sufferer it feels like defeat, giving in, but if it can be endured, it can lead to benefits – like freeing the hostage, severing the bonds.
Also shadow boxer is a great metaphor for PTSD(and OCD “Shut up about OCD already!!!” “OK! jeez”).
So yeah, rockin good poem. Sweet picture too.
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All I can say to this is:
“I couldn’t have said it better myself.”
You’re golden.
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Hurrah! Bring on the beer and dancers. A celebration is in order!
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And a big fake cake with a naked chick inside who pops out with confetti!
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Ha ha – I remember that in Some Like it Hot but I think it was a guy with a tommy gun who popped out instead. I’ve been scared of those cakes since to be honest 😦
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My point exactly.
I swear to the Gods I was gonna write “pops out with an assault rifle” but thought you’d think me a psychopath. …
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That’s funny. Well maybe we’re both psychopaths!?
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I could go with it….lol
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Right – see you at psycho HQ at midnight. Bring your balaclava and razor blades. Don’t be late!
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Lol
Dont forget the Peat Lime and tent stakes.
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you read my mind 😉
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Empowering thoughts at their finest!
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