Ptsd Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi
Ptsd
PTSD
Epicentre
Deep within
Is the crux
Of this din.
Aftershocks
Too profound
Toxic dust
Foreboding
Clouds.
And the quake
Long past
has passed
Broken mounded
New look recast.
Monsoon shadows
Sky overcast
Clap of thunder
And heart runs fast.
On the fault line
Lived many years
Pointless sermons
Allay no fears.
Need that sealant
That heals my core
Loves own rain showers
I'll face all roars
Nalini
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