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PTSD
A broken record

Always on repeat

An endless spiral,
of shattered dreams,
and silent screams...
All of the hidden things
behind closed doors;
A labyrinth in my own mind.

Slivers of mirrors,
scattered in pieces,
Endless days
of cobalt grey..
Reverberating echoes
of every memory.

Every scarring touch-haunting,
like a ghost on my skin.
Thunderous storm clouds,
of every violent scream.
Lightning's bright strike,
taking me back to a place
of lingering pain...

Until one day I see

The silver linings.
© WhisperingMelodies

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