crazy is a perspective and I've held it for most of my life
abandoned at three my sharp little mind saw and remembers the precursors
people always have a tell when their about to break your heart
the night the cops came in and carted me to fostercare is burned in my memory
still to this day I can’t have an encounter with sheriffs without getting completely shaken
tunnel vision happens my heart in my throat it’s a trauma response
people have seen the signs of this damage in me
learned the right buttond to push
then flip the switch and call the cops on me, lies on their lips
it must be funny to see someone with PTSD try to explain themselves
while they are time traveling back to the beginning to that dark empty house
except a little girl lost pressed into a wall hoping to be invisible
getting side swiped the air kicked out of me
hurts everytime it’s like being kicked when you’re down curled in a ball
my thoughts find myself elsewhere in my dreams
but the reality is people take advantage of my giving nature no matter where I go
because I believe I am too flawed to be loved just for me
why of course when so many people have proven me unloveable
Powerfully penned, Brenda. It’s amazing how the body reacts when our minds are being overwhelmed. Living with lasting scars isn’t always easy my friend. Very heartfelt write my friend. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you graciously for your understanding comment ❤️
I can feel this one my friend. Strong write with all the colors and detail you’re so amazing at. Great piece Brenda.xo