Faye Sizemore

HOW IT IS… PTSD

From this pain
no escape, little gain…

No cure, only control
doomed in time, growing old…

No magic cure…
Do you believe in miracles?

Trapped with old demons,
forever biding…

Pebbles in water…
ever widening circles…

encompassing all, ever widening,
ever widening…

surviving… surviving…