Healing

Time to heal,

The scars are worn.

The pain was real,

My mind is torn.

People see me, judge me, hurt me.

Then they simply walk away.

They stain my mind, guessing blindly.

Their words and actions lead me astray.

Compulsively straining to understand,

I feel like a foreigner in a strange land.

Confused and lost, can’t speak their tounge.

My body is older, my mind feels young.

That was then and this is now.

I will heal, this I avow.

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Published by Jesse Breck

Jesse has been writing for over 15 years. He runs CopyThat. A website that offers his skills as a freelance writer.

2 thoughts on “Healing”

  1. Marty says:
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    People see me, judge me, hurt me.
    Then they simply walk away.
    They stain my mind, guessing blindly.

    I experience this then the thoughts with ptsd become intrusive thoughts

    Like out of a Gatling gun

    I suffered when I got drawn in to this dissociative thinking pattern

    Life is not easy, we must be vigilant

    Great post

    Like

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