PTSD Sucks

a poem by Myrna Martin, USA

At my worst, I am useless...
Says, the voices in my head...
Pain, and Anxiety, PTSD, such dread...
Headaches won't stop...
The battle continues...
But, I am tired, so tired...
I want to fade, fade away...
I'm no good, useless, worthless...
Or so, the voices said today, and yesterday...
Sweet Jesus help me fight...
Continue another day...
Because, this Pain won't last FOREVER...
And God, is my lifeline, today and always...
3/9/2020

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