How do you relate to the people in your life with PTSD?
This post is part of a series of poems dedicated to my girlfriend. She has PTSD and severe anxiety and you will understand her story with each post. Each time I learn something about the mental conditions she lives with, I add a “part” to the series. Please read the previous verses. Each can be found at these links – Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 of her story and the lessons she’s taught me.
Running on Empty-
Heading towards “E”, one mile at a time,
The rubber is melting the road.
With her foot to the floor, and the gauge in the red,
She races to unburden her load.
The wraiths of panic, pursue her in flight,
Their talons are shredding her gown.
The harpies of terror, claw at her hair,
Knocking her down to the ground.
In panic she runs, through her forested mind,
Past triggers, closing too quick.
She can’t get away, not this time,
She’s stuck in the labyrinth; the crypt.
The branches slash, the thorns rape her skin,
And the rocks they bloody her feet.
She’s almost on empty, the tank’s almost bare,
She’s crumbling in fright and defeat.
And I catch up to her, pulling her close,
So she stops, and she looks up at me.
“I can’t do this. I won’t, and I quit.”
“Let me go. I just want to leave.”
And I let her crumble, and the tunnel opens up,
She’s so exhausted, and broke.
But she’s made it again, through the anxiety,
Such a spirit of resiliency and hope.