PTSD Cleansing (more poeming)

 I bathed and cleansed my soul,

scrubbed myself from head to toe.

Turned all of me inside out,

to and fro and back about.

Got rid of all the cooties

and old-fashioned snooties.

Disinfected the disease

of shame and miseries.

Power washed my tear-stained ears

from hurtful derogatory words and smears.

Scour padded my memories of abuse.

The flashbacks and pain are of no use.

If any triggers pull me now,

it won’t matter when or how,

for my chamber of bullets is empty

and my joy, hope and faith are plenty.

~written by Susan Walz

Everyday I need a little coffee


Copyright © 2018 Susan Walz|| All Rights Reserved


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