PTSD survivor

The whisper of violence left imprinted on my mind . The flood of relentless memories of the unkind

The immobilising fear creates a desperation

With a corrosive perception of life

Cut apart with a scheming knife

Chillingly brutalised some may say

What they don’t realise it doesn’t happen everyday

PTSD survivor.

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THE R – word THE END THAT NEVER CAME It took me almost a year to sign the statements that I had made to the police after he had smashed...

It’s her not me the tear that rolled down her cheek It told many secrets and not many lies It’s the truth that she did seek Hours turned...

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