It’s not just a phase
or letters in a phrase.
It is a continuing reaction
to events occurring and evolving
into little battles, struggles not seen
by outside eyes. The world gets smaller
and darker with every passing day.
Flashbacks form at first light,
haunting the headspace it occupies
until angry outbursts and
tears flowing freely belie
the shell shocked soul below.
Initial traumas, terrible twists of fate
changing the state of being
into hypervigilant overdrive.
Any change sounds the alarm,
making the mind wary of
what is and what should be,
not what could be in the future.
It’s not just a phase
or letters in a phrase.
It is a lasting legacy,
a legitimate disorder destined to
remain well past the twilight.
Brett Mattison
uponthewingsofnight 