One droplet pools,
Just sat at a feast of fools.
The sombre gloom,
As the darkness soaks up the room.

Piece by piece,
The ice bestowed like a fleece.
Just touch the skin,
But you won't be allowed in.

Every bone tightened,
As each sense is frightened.
Mouth open ready to pound,
But there is no sound.

And there it's finished,
With the spirit diminished.
The shadow disappears,
The hearts consumed with fear.

Lay tainted and broken,
And the blood stained as a token.
Just trying to understand,
And why no one lended a hand.

Buckled knees,
As the body flees.
Anywhere, just get out,
That is all the head will shout.

Freedom is the craving,
And the mind needs saving.
The purity has shattered,
But that isn't what mattered.

But you matter,
And you're more than a tatter.
You're free,
That's all there needs to be.

#PTSD #Perspective

© A G M Capper