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Friday, 2 May 2014

Raw (Villanelle)

She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free
Trapped beaneath the waters sheen; imprisoned in her grief
I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

Someone I have never met but yet looks so familiar; someone from distant seas
Her words do call me like a dove from the deep crevasses of her mind
She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free

From the bitter edge of despair; she's lost and empty, broken on bended knee
She's teetering on the edge of sanity; she's fighting for her life
I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

I want to wrap her in my arms; save her from herself; reach out through empathy
Shield her from her demons; protect her from fate's knife 
She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free

She's searching for some solace, of which I can relate, but if I touch her will she flee?
I want to provide her with shelter, a place where she feels safe
I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees

I'm empathic and it's a curse, confusing others' pain with what belongs to me
I fear if I try to fix her, it may scare her and she'd leave
She speaks so raw, straight from the heart; she speaks of breaking free
I'm wondering what she's thinking; I'm wondering what she sees





PTSD won't set us Free!

Please don't judge me.........because I do this enough myself! 
It's just so hard to love somebody who hates the world, and everyone in it 
It's damaging my health! 
I get it.........you hate me and, ironically, today that's ok
I've used up all my tears on you; I've thrown them all away
I'm so over ........ walking on eggshells and stepping over all the lies
I know it's not your fault, as your demons sear deep inside
Please, though, tell me why I'm always the one to blame
As isn't it your hatred and fear that's causing you this pain?
I'm sick ...... with YOUR affliction
I'm tired ...... of this futile fight
When all I really want to do is hold you, and tell you that it will ALL be alright
I'm wishing for what WAS, the person who I married
I'm aching from this relentless load,  that for far too long I've carried
So what to do now....I wish I knew the answer!
All I know, is your contempt for me..... is eating me like cancer!
I wish the Army knew what they've done;  how they've ripped out your soul...
If only I had the remedy to tend your unseen wounds and make you, once again, whole

Debbie Razey 2014