I did not choose my narcissism,
and the reflection I ponder
in still water
just below the falls
where nymphs still sing
is nothing, but disappointing.
My black hole sun,
my white/black hole,
my sunction pump—
my life effacer.
Why do our traumas
demand retribution?
If I dare be blunt,
I think therapists,
all the therapists
need to read
“The Furies”
before they dare
and try yet again
to treat PTSD.
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Great words. Can’t comment on the furies but am aware of the complexity of PTSD 🙂
Greek tragedy at its finest
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Aum Shanti
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Amen.
I have a son with ptsd, I get this. Well written.